Trish's Second Assignment

[Dragon's muse]

Rewritten Assignment - with Muse's suggestions

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It was a warm July morning; the sun rose brightly, illuminating wispy clouds in brief ,but spectacular, hues. I nearly missed the sunrise, struggling to keep pace with the lithe woman at my side, though she was thirty years my senior.

“Are we almost home, (grrrr, must have missed that one) Aunt Rose?” I puffed.

“Almost,” but as we neared her cottage, she took an unexpected turn to the other side of the block.

See even grammar nazis miss things