The sun filtered through the canopy of leaves.We were walking up Killer Hill, on the Year Six camp.The breeze sprinted through the dancing trees.In the blue sky,some patches of cloud could me seen.The green grass was silently and softly swaying side to side.The ground was slippery and muddy as we pushed our-selves towards the top of the hill.
3 comments:
VERY GOOD WRITING.
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I'm loving the descriptive language.
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