“There was no time for smelling roses here; no appreciation for spontaneity; a dry sense of humor quickly blown away in the strong breeze of agitation.”
I’m wondering what this part means. Does she actually have a brief sense of humor or is she just blowing away others’ attempts at being funny under her withering glare and shouting?
Nice portrait of a person, though not a very happy person. It really makes a person wonder how she got to be this way or what purpose all this organization and repetition serves for her.
N. Robertson
ElshaHawk (LoA)
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