It is rumored that there are 50 words In the Eskimo language for snow I ponder Why are there not 50 words in the English

Reclaiming my inner badass at 50
It is rumored that there are 50 words In the Eskimo language for snow I ponder Why are there not 50 words in the English
you spin words into phrases like silk thread fine lustrous weave them into a gossamer shawl breathtaking to behold delicate iridescent resilient with unexpected body with
This was written as a class assignment where we needed to take a non-literary piece of writing as a point of inspiration for a piece
It is rumored that there are 50 words In the Eskimo language for snow I ponder Why are there not 50 words in the English
He was half gentleman, not beast an ever charming sentinel marked by his military bearing She found him to have an awake mind full of blue-eyed soul relentlessly dry sense of humor
It is rumored that there are 50 words In the Eskimo language for snow I ponder Why are there not 50 words in the English
I stand before you More naked More stripped Down Than I have Ever been Vulnerable Unsteady I have always thought Falling in love Would
Tiny white lights twinkle nocturnal noises provide a rhythm for conversation’s give and take We wrap each other gently in words painting a night sky
You spin words into phrases like silk thread fine lustrous You weave them into a gossamer shawl breathtaking to behold Delicate iridescent resilient with