YEAR SIX CAMP BS

The sun fliltered through the canopy of leaves.

We were walking up Killer Hill on the Year Six camp.

The mild and inaudible,draughty breeze whissed through the frisk trees.

The pulsing sun shone down onto the barren ground,while the green grass rerstrained and softly swayed side to side.

In the cerulean sky, not a single cloud could be seen.

Year Six Camp

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.

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