WRITING: Exercise – Necessary Details

The irises on the sideboard were bending, limped by hats of snow that had first surprised and delighted them.  They had never seen snow, never known a winter.  Here they had been taken care of and protected, given time to grow and bloom and withdraw back into bulbous shells to bloom another day.

Bonnie felt renewed by the sudden cold white surrounding her, as if all of her life, all of her things were sunk and lost beneath the purity of layers.  She took long steps through the room and to the hallway, where the snow was already midway up the second stair.

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