Coachwood Critique
Literary musings from a suburban jungle
Saturday, 18 August 2012
Great Sentence of the Week #5
The sandbanks rippled underfoot, schools of herring swerved and morphed as one in the channel, and across the bay the breaths of breaching dolphins hung in the air.
Breath (Winton).
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