Friday, 19 June 2020

winter writing.


In the distance I can see a tall white snowy mountain. I can see my reflection from the water. I got really tired but I still carried on [ one hour later] I made it by the time I got there the mountain was shaking like an earthquake and it blasted snow like a water gun. I ran as fast as I could but the blew on my face and I fell.

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