Wednesday, 6 April 2016
Where do I come from
The sea crawling quietly onto the tips of my toes.
Rocks tripping me up, lying on the ground like sleeping lions.
Boats tumbling around on the sea dancing to the beat of the music.
Trees standing tall looking proud and healthy.
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31 May 2016 at 15:05
Similes are very descriptive and explains the story very well.
21 June 2016 at 14:53
Good good Larson I liked that story
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