Here is a line that I might use in the memoir. This description is about the moment when I looked into the eyes of the greyhound at the fair:
Those glassy, marble eyes stared back at me with impatience; the closer I looked into those windows, the more I saw a frustrated dove strapped inside of a cage, crying out shrill tunes of anguish and eagerness.
Do you guys think that the line truly portrays the "sadness" of the greyhound?
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