Melding Bits and Pieces to Make a Whole

Sounds, smells, tastes, sights, and feelings

The wind rustled the palm fonds above her head as it whipped her long, dark hair into a dance around her head. With a sigh, she dropped to the rough rock wall, smoothing her hand over its sandpaper surface. Her eyes searched the face of the cliff with its pocks of dark cave-openings scattered across its face. The sea breeze stoked her bare arms, drying the tears on her cheeks. Licking her lips, she tasted the salt left by tears and wind as it tingled on her tongue. The scent of the humas spread in the flower beds tickled her nose when she sniffed at the end of a sob.

Now, would that work in a story, or not?

Viv
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