The family sat down to the table near the garden in this far away land. The green vegetables that they ate were a lot like the roses that grew up the side of the house. They were over grown and had out stretched their boundaries like a massive tree whose roots had destroyed the sidewalk.
The ferocious wind suddenly slapped the side of the stucco house like a giant chastising hand. Maybe the wind was embarrassing and had made the sides of the house red; they were like cheeks that had begun to blush. The red roses that covered the walls were coloring the edifice like a kiss from two big red lips.
Causes Christina Easley Supports
I hope to support several charitable foundations.