Thursday, 27 February 2014

THE ISLAND - By Hayley

I see golden sand on the island.  I see the star shaped clouds in the sky.  The sweet flowers smell like roses.  I feel the hot sand on my feet.  I hear the seagulls squawking on the water.  I hear the trees swaying from side to side.  I smell rotten fish on the sand.

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