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Thursday 18 June 2020

My Winter Writing

I feel something under my feet, it’s the crunchy snow.

I can see a mountain somewhere in the forest and the clouds in the cold sky.

I can smell the food that I am holding in my picnic basket, it smells nice.

I can hear the birds chirping up in the sky.

I can taste my cup of tea, it tastes yum!



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