 The orange flames blazing with a happy light that shines brightly The joyful and silly voices that sing along to the song that is being sung The burning wood smell that floats through the air, invisible in the dark sky My hands hold together in my pockets to gather warmth as I sing happily My soft hands that are tightly wrapped together to create warmth |
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 The redwoods and the dark dirt that covers the earth My friend’s hand that grips my hand, joyfully The sound of the lovely voices of the girls Zoey, Leina, and Ana talking in excitement The hand of Leina which is smooth and silky; the beautiful hand holds my hand in joy |
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 The towering redwood gapes down at me with the redwood’s green needles high above The wind rushing through the regal forest The beautiful nature surrounding me The greenest moss that is draped against the redwood’s bark The fluffy moss that covers the redwood’s bark for about five feet |
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 The dusty, old cabin shimmering with happiness The other girls walking through the door with suitcases rolling behind My friends, cabin mates, and me talking and giggling in excitement and joy I smooth my hand against the wood after I roll my backpack to the end of the wall The smoothness of the wood of the bunk as my friend climbs up to the top bunk |
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 The majestic cargo net that is very fun The curving nature all around the cargo net and the smell of other people The happy giggles and laughter of other people climbing, stumbling, walking, and crawling across the cargo net The taut rope under me as I walk tentatively across, scared to fall and hurt myself The rough rope that is twisted into a taut rope |
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 The small squishy body of the banana slug as I
hold it
The dirty smell of dirt that covers the ground The crunching of twigs as people step on the fallen branches The body of a tiny banana slug when it just sits there The slimy body of the small, yellow banana slug |
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 The sparkling, blue ocean that is spread out in front of me The crashing waves that hits the rocks down bellow The salty scent of the ocean that is turning rocks into sediment The salty wind that weaves through the crowds of children The salty, chilly water as I reach to touch a sea anemone |
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 Majestic, tall structure that stands above The ropes that seem like a rope staircase when I struggle to climb The harsh rope that is stiff and hard that kicks my skin The other students and wet bark The happy giggles, chatter, and
laughter of other students
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