Sometimes I randomly write things, with no preemptive thought or motive. The ideas can be influenced by books I've recently read, or a particularly strong case of ADD that needs to be worked out. Either way, this piece is a detour of descriptions that I've recently created...
She was not a structure of steel and brick, though it had been her adamant profession for many years. He discovered not a solid, fortified structure, but instead course, packed earth, devoid of all the pleasantness of a nurtured plot of land.
Somewhere under all the thick, cumbersome layers, he was willing to believe was a reservoir rich enough to make anyone sweet, but he was stubborn as the ground she was made of, and not a single bead of sweat was worth fighting against her.
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