"She walks. Now there are cold round pebbles beneath her feet. Now crackling weeds. Now something smoother: wet, unwrinkled sand. She bends and spreads her fingers. It's like cold silk. Cold, sumptuous silk into which the sea has laid offerings: pebbles, shells, barnacles. Tiny slips of wrack. Her fingers dig and reach; the drops of rain touch the back of her neck, the backs of her hands. The sand pulls the heat from her fingertips, from the soles of her feet." (Page 232) Can I just start of with one thing: Writing goals! This piece of writing appeals mostly to touch in my opinion. By touch I mean, tactile because the author is describing this in a way where you can imagine it on your skin. Also, it appeals to sight due to the reason that I can imagine seeing this sand and it raining. For sound, I can hear the crawling weeds and pebbles moving beneath her feet. I can hear the ocean as well. In this passage, there is no taste, but there is a lot of touch.
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