Darkened Grey's Descriptive Essay: The Trail Of Tears

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The roar of laughter shattered the air like glass as she hid her face in her hands and her first tear broke free. Followed by an uncontrollable stream of tears falling down one after another clouding her vision, her dark lashes brimmed with little crystal clear droplets of water streaming down from her honey-colored eyes rolling off her quivering lips. The sobs punched through, ripping through her muscles, bones, and guts as she sat adjacent to the window, counting each rhythmic drop of rain that hit the saturated ground forming small puddles. Darkened gray smudges of wool threateningly surrounded the sky; like a predator encircling its prey. A startling low rumble ruffled the tranquil breeze as the sky roared with satisfaction. The grape-like

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