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Thursday, August 31, 2017

WALT describe our scene for our narrative.






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WALT describe our scene for our narrative.

In  the morning  at  the  beach  the  sun’s rays were  reflecting  through  the  pama  leaves. The wet soft sand was under my feet and it felt squishy. The fresh breeze made me chilly and cold. The smell of salty water and seaweeds was around  the ocean. It felt really divine and Godly. I wanted to enjoy every bit of it.

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