Imagine an older two-storey wooden house. The roof is steep and gabled, with horizontal siding along a small attic window near the peak. Below is a covered front porch with a railing, several narrow windows, and a central front door. The window to the right of the door is larger, made up of three glass panels. The curtains are pulled back, showing the silhouettes of a family. The window to the left of the door is a small single pane of glass. It’s dark, but a lone figure is visible within. The porch is reached by a short flight of steps. A straight walkway leads from the porch steps toward another set of steps. Half of the walkway is made from stone, the other half is made of concrete pads. The concrete is chipped and cracked. The stonework is well-worn. The walkway is bordered by a simple lawn, and two flowerbeds sit on either side of the porch steps.

Phone home

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To peace in the past, from an unfamiliar future: a call that can’t pick up. Read 102 words on The Davis Daily.

A bushel of lilac flowers grows lush from a branch stemming from the main bush. The flower's petals are a mix of light purples and dark purples. Some are large and some are small. Some are pushed forward, their light purple petals beaming from being in the spotlight. Some are pushed back, their dark purple petals blush deeply from the attention. Two green leaves grow from a strong, brown stem. The lilac is pretty and fragrant, like the sweet smell of a summer’s morning after a light rain. It stands tall and proud. Three bulbs stand at the top of the bushel just about ready to bloom.

The smell of a lilac

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A lesson in sensory writing and creativity, told in 314 personal words on The Davis Daily.