Thursday, 31 August 2017

At the beach

Walt: describe our sense for our narrative

At the beach

The sun glitters on the fresh deep water.  large big palm leaves were swaying side to side in the gentle breeze. The huge waves were slapping on the big rocks. The sand was squishing between my toes.I could hear the birds tweeting on the big long trees. The chilly wind advancing from the  deep blue water made me shiver and I pulled on my jacket over me.

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