Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
by Robert Frost Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village though; He will not see me stopping here To watch his woods fill…
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A Norfolk memory
Smiling inanely at a hare racing up and down the Norfolk sand dunes at dawn, tracking the dumpy knots wheeling up into the dusk sky as the tide rolls in…
Being a grammar geek, my participles are never left dangling
Whether dangling, hanging or unattached, I’m often amused by participles that relate to an unintended subject. Oops! Did I really mean to say that I’m amused by mishandled modifiers when…
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