In the playground I feel a cilly breeze and I can feel the cold wood on my skin. I can hear kids talking and stones clashing together. I can hear the choking wind on my face. I can see the still playground siting peacefully on this foggy day.
Monday, 14 April 2014
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Play ground
In this story I worked on using interesting sentences with joiners and correct capitals and full stops.
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