Robin Hawke

March 21, 2012, 1:05 PM
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Grandfather took her window shopping. There was toys and mannequins that moved and clockwork that ticked and things that popped; there was his beam from myopic eyes; there was his hand holding hers; there was square blocks with broad avenues with window after window, thick plate glass that went up the sky. Joys wrapped up, they went to eat at a restaurant where he knew the owners and called the waiter by first name and she ate oysters by dozens.

When a sentence doesn’t read well, it is often because I have omitted a word in parallel structures. Above, I tried to string experiences in pleasing patterns. The goal was to write a list with repeating structures and without repetitive rhythms. 


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