The Shadows in the Wind

♢ Blinded in the Graveyard ♢

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From the adaptive spyglass, Earth resembled an image of any planet from space, with cloud-obscured shapes of oceans and mainland's and an unclear mottling of dark and earthy colored and green, beat at the post by an icecap. However, none of its outermost constituents, not in any case - the significant mountain reaches or streams, were yet recognizable. 

Amidst this, what appeared to be generally peculiar to me was this curious looking lazaretto; it lay next to the ocean, where clean breezes blew, its flawless roadways circumscribed by green gardens and flanked by long, low structures that stretched forth away in far point of view, edifices of folded iron; wood and asbestos, yet one where there is no uproar and surge of traffic –genuinely a city of harmony and agonizing quietude.

I arrive at the clunk looking swinging doors with their dull chrome handles. I pull my eyes from the exceptionally cleaned tile floor to get a brief look at the corridor that extends past, cut into small squares by the slender wire in the window boards. Immediately, I push with my body weight, yet I needn't have; it swings open soundlessly and is met with a warm zephyr of a tincture of dye.

The foyer had as much character as the remainder of the lazaretto. The floor was record dim along with its dividers dove. Over the roof are polystyrene squares laid on a frame of edge. The light was unreasonably splendid for my eyes after the obscuring agony outside. I believe it's grating enough to perhaps welcome aboard one of my headaches.

In front of me lay gherkin walls, enlivened with old high contrast photos of infirmary staff-no doubt either six feet under or quaking in their nineties in some retirement home. I could fit, in any event, two of me with arms outstretched over its width. Rather than straight dividers, the lobby had an arched meander –vanishing from sight in a hundred meters or somewhere in the vicinity. The clinic room was profoundly similar to a nursery. The rooftop gave a rendering hunch of being outside and sometimes a butterfly would land on a leaf close by. The beds are as yet metal underneath, however; automation has come heretofore. To the touch and to the eye they have all the earmarks of escarole, creamy and bitter. 

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lazaretto or lazaret (from : lazzaretto ) is a station for maritime travelers. Lazarets can be ships permanently at anchor, isolated islands, or mainland buildings. 

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Tada! Here's my second piece of descriptive writing that I had written for my school work. 

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