In a letter to a close friend about his stay in Schruns, Austria, in January, 1925, Ernest Hemingway wrote: “The mountains are very black and there are
brown forests of beech woods and lovely streams and the houses are like the
houses in the Black Forest and there are fine cattle that are driven through
the town and a beautiful church with a tower that is like a campanile and up
above great snow fields where the snow is dry as powder.”
Missing punctuation aside, to be “in the place”
and share it with your reader is something every writer hopes to achieve. (Schruns pictured today -- the description still works)
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