These are my 75 words that were broadcast to the world on http://www.paragrapgplanet.com today.
Turning clockwise on a farm without life stock or produce: massive arms churn wind and drizzle on a distant headland bathed in late October sun. The estuary is drained: sludgy waters pulled back into the Atlantic for a few hours before it pushes back in again at half past three. Boats rest easy in quick sand, tethered in wait by rusty chains left taut by the receding tide. To the west hurricane sandy wreaks havoc.
@paragraphplanet: ‘Turning clockwise on a farm’ by Andrea Wicks @aiwicks is today’s submission on http://t.co/xOcs28jw #fb