Words I am fond of, this week.

Redolent.
That stretch of beach was redolent of seaweed.
Vermillion.
Shades of vermillion reminded her of urban gardens in the summer.
Verdant.
Olympic National Park is lush and verdant.
Ubiquitous.
The ubiquitous grasslands marked the horizon.
Spasm.
In a spasm of misplaced confidence, she quit her day job.
Crispy.
She might have stayed up for a second all-nighter but she was feeling a bit crispy.
Resonant.
She liked his voice: deep, resonant, and smooth.

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