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Gracie appeared in the chequered moonlight . . . she had petite feet, thin legs, hands clutched slightly on her sides, elbows pointed like triangles, thin forearms and biceps, youthful breasts, short brown curls in disarray, rosy lips and a faint smile, long and thick lashes, half asleep emerald eyes gentle like the fading song of dying mythological sirens in a starry recollection, a deep and shy gaze, a healthy and light complexion, a facial aura like a unforgettable, dark, breezy, autumn night, a timid and temperate soul filled with unfathomable distances of slumberous dark.

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Gracie appeared in the chequered moonlight . . . she had petite feet, thin legs, hands clutched slightly on her sides, elbows pointed like triangles, thin forearms and biceps, youthful breasts, short brown curls in disarray, rosy lips and a faint smile, long and thick lashes, half asleep emerald eyes gentle like the fading song of dying mythological sirens in a starry recollection, a deep and shy gaze, a healthy and light complexion, a facial aura like a unforgettable, dark, breezy, autumn night, a timid and temperate soul filled with unfathomable distances of slumberous dark.

https://www.createspace.com/3388517

And now back to our regular programming.

So you're saying you agree with Ami?!?!?! Is that what this is?

P.S. I think you really have two sentences here. One short, one long. Really, really long. Maybe even a trifle overwritten. I don't think the ellipses do anything for you. And the second sentence - the really, really long one - needs the word "and" before "a timid and temperate soul." In my (reader's) opinion.
 
SS

YOU ARE SOOOOO CHEQURED!

I feel the need to add AND A PARTRIDGE IN A PEAR TREE to his list.
 
Sorry but I can't resist...

My hand appears in the cliched spotlight...the wrist brown and masculinely tawny, my fingers strong yet not insensitive, the knuckles sinuous and full of strange and ominous meaning, the spaces between the knuckles lower than the knuckles themselves, and in one place bearing a stain of some errant India ink, the fingers where they join my hand appearing not unlike the pubic area of some fantastic mythological creature who has fingers for legs. The tendons in my forearm stand out like steel cables as they pull the fingers into a tight fist, save for the middle finger, which is extended to its full length, like the penis of man who has gone too long without sexual release but is now confronted by my latest story, which I certainly hope you'll read if you like this example...
 
My hand appears in the cliched spotlight...the wrist brown and masculinely tawny, my fingers strong yet not insensitive, the knuckles sinuous and full of strange and ominous meaning, the spaces between the knuckles lower than the knuckles themselves, and in one place bearing a stain of some errant India ink, the fingers where they join my hand appearing not unlike the pubic area of some fantastic mythological creature who has fingers for legs. The tendons in my forearm stand out like steel cables as they pull the fingers into a tight fist, save for the middle finger, which is extended to its full length, like the penis of man who has gone too long without sexual release but is now confronted by my latest story, which I certainly hope you'll read if you like this example...

. :D .
 
My hand appears in the cliched spotlight...the wrist brown and masculinely tawny, my fingers strong yet not insensitive, the knuckles sinuous and full of strange and ominous meaning, the spaces between the knuckles lower than the knuckles themselves, and in one place bearing a stain of some errant India ink, the fingers where they join my hand appearing not unlike the pubic area of some fantastic mythological creature who has fingers for legs. The tendons in my forearm stand out like steel cables as they pull the fingers into a tight fist, save for the middle finger, which is extended to its full length, like the penis of man who has gone too long without sexual release but is now confronted by my latest story, which I certainly hope you'll read if you like this example...
Switch out that period for a semicolon and you have a wonderful entry for the Bulwer-Lytton contest, too.
 
My hand appears in the cliched spotlight...the wrist brown and masculinely tawny, my fingers strong yet not insensitive, the knuckles sinuous and full of strange and ominous meaning, the spaces between the knuckles lower than the knuckles themselves, and in one place bearing a stain of some errant India ink, the fingers where they join my hand appearing not unlike the pubic area of some fantastic mythological creature who has fingers for legs. The tendons in my forearm stand out like steel cables as they pull the fingers into a tight fist, save for the middle finger, which is extended to its full length, like the penis of man who has gone too long without sexual release but is now confronted by my latest story, which I certainly hope you'll read if you like this example...
Damn you, you've engendered an India Ink fetish in my poor benighted brain-- I'll forevermore be haunting the stationary stores like a pitiful little tweeny on her alternate Tuesdays off....

Wondering where is the man that flipped her the bird.
 
My hand appears in the cliched spotlight...the wrist brown and masculinely tawny, my fingers strong yet not insensitive, the knuckles sinuous and full of strange and ominous meaning, the spaces between the knuckles lower than the knuckles themselves, and in one place bearing a stain of some errant India ink, the fingers where they join my hand appearing not unlike the pubic area of some fantastic mythological creature who has fingers for legs. The tendons in my forearm stand out like steel cables as they pull the fingers into a tight fist, save for the middle finger, which is extended to its full length, like the penis of man who has gone too long without sexual release but is now confronted by my latest story, which I certainly hope you'll read if you like this example...

I heart you.
 
Gracie appeared in the chequered moonlight . . . she had petite feet, thin legs, hands clutched slightly on her sides, elbows pointed like triangles, thin forearms and biceps, youthful breasts, short brown curls in disarray, rosy lips and a faint smile, long and thick lashes, half asleep emerald eyes gentle like the fading song of dying mythological sirens in a starry recollection, a deep and shy gaze, a healthy and light complexion, a facial aura like a unforgettable, dark, breezy, autumn night, a timid and temperate soul filled with unfathomable distances of slumberous dark.

https://www.createspace.com/3388517

Sorry...can't pimp books here or link to other sites that sell things. Now shoo. :mad:
 
My hand appears in the cliched spotlight...the wrist brown and masculinely tawny, my fingers strong yet not insensitive, the knuckles sinuous and full of strange and ominous meaning, the spaces between the knuckles lower than the knuckles themselves, and in one place bearing a stain of some errant India ink, the fingers where they join my hand appearing not unlike the pubic area of some fantastic mythological creature who has fingers for legs. The tendons in my forearm stand out like steel cables as they pull the fingers into a tight fist, save for the middle finger, which is extended to its full length, like the penis of man who has gone too long without sexual release but is now confronted by my latest story, which I certainly hope you'll read if you like this example...
I :heart::heart: You and you get a :kiss::kiss: for this! LMAO! Brilliant and apt.
 
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