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I had to write this paragraph for my Advanced Composition class (in about a 20 minute time frame). I'm actually ended up liking it...

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As I sat at the window, I couldn’t help but dream of you. Stuck inside the lifeless and colorless trappings of my room, I felt myself beginning to slip away. The wind whipped across the tops of the hills. The snow had reached depths unpredicted. Life in my world was at a standstill. Everyone was locked up inside their homes. I was just another victim of the weather’s brutality on the town. The frost, creeping up the window, sent chills down my back. Chills reached to the tips of my toes. Somewhere the sun was shining. Somewhere the sky was blue. Somewhere life went on. Memories continued to fade in and out. There were those times at the beach. Remember them? I was fighting waves. You were soaking in the rays of a fading summer sun. It was another time completely. The heat that radiated from your body, reflected from the sun, and expounded your beauty. Those days -- perfection. But where were you now? Miles and mountains separated us. I imagined you hold up in your dormitory, writing furiously. Another deadline looming, another deadline passed. The critics wouldn’t wait much longer and the publishers couldn’t. Printing was only days away. Drafts were needed. Still you continued to write.

The sun flickered through the trees. The wind blew harder. Trees let go of clumps of snow. And I just sat at the window.