Correcting English – 2nd Exercise


Shivering, the little girl curled into a ball. She turned her tiny dress into a sort of blanket. Covering her scrawny, pale legs with ease. Borrowing her frail, bony arms under the comfort of her flowery garb. You could only see her head. The wild hair stretching freely between wind blows. Her face seemed like an old root, keeping it all together. You could count the freckles she had, and the sun...