"The writer who possesses the creative gift owns something of which he is not always master- something that at times strangely wills and works for itself."
Charlotte Bronte

Monday, December 7, 2015

Sentence Modelling - Due Wed., Dec. 9th

They had a house of crystal pillars on the planet Mars by the edge of an empty sea, and every morning you could see Mrs. K. eating the golden fruits that grew from the crystal walls, or cleaning the house with handfuls of magnetic dust, which, taking all dirt with it, blew away on the hot wind.
                                                                                                   
                                     The Martian Chronicles - Ray Bradbury
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