She was overcome by a meekness, a humility that she couldn't shake. It made her quiver in the slightest breeze, bow to the shortest tree. She felt sorry for herself, but she didn't want to apologize. She did enough of that already.
(a.k.a. the attempt of a writer to exercise her imagination)
She was overcome by a meekness, a humility that she couldn't shake. It made her quiver in the slightest breeze, bow to the shortest tree. She felt sorry for herself, but she didn't want to apologize. She did enough of that already.
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