- Her face looked as tired and weary as a well worn leather shoe. Her cheeks dropped and her mouth was surrounded but a barrage of lines that seemed to connect every feature on her face. She wasn't particularly sad looking, but the way her eyes hung made her seem as if she could be.
- They were knitted more tightly together than the threads of my sweater
And between them were sharp lines that ran straight, deep, and firm.
Those lines looked as if they would hurt to touch. - The ridges and valleys decorated the land. They crashed into each other and ran wild without regard for direction. I understood then how easily someone could loose themselves in the sandy coloured ground that seemed to melted into a spare forest of grey.
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