Online Romance Her Zoom Lens
Grassy cliff a'callin', green, it's kept up by some
people brave and wily both. Apparently no fear of fallin'
halts them when they are clearing off the overgrowth. In
summer it is somethin', and boys'll take their boys there
in the dead of night, in July or maybe a month in, and
little girls will go there just to fly a kite. Late last
August a girl on Skidmore went to the cliff but forgot
her glasses. She couldn't see the trains at all, and
though a voice at her side described the scene, detailing
it all quite clearly, it didn't satisfy. She'd rather
have had her good eye there, her zoom lens (as a
binocular). Two Crowns went over looking; they went over
to the overlook to look over. Below them there was was
nothing cooking but locomotives paused within a muggy
blur. The Skidmore girl could have told them, 'There's
not so much to see under a cloudless sky...though my
camera prefers this to darkness.' She opened up the
shutter so the Crowns could cry. It was the night when
the girl on Skidmore went to the cliff for an eighteenth
picture. She couldn't see the trains at all, and though
those men at her side described the scene, detailing it
all quite humbly, their voice a muffled moan she'd
rather have had her good eye there, her zoom lens (as a
binocular).