The wind blows strongly on Putikitiki. It almost blew me over. The dirt flies in my face, covering my eyes from seeing. Bugs are crawling everywhere. The bamboo is old and limping by the grass.
Written by Erin
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ReplyDeletewow Erin I am really glad the wind did not blow you over. You used great expression in your writing, It is as if I was you.
from Penny
P.S thanks for commenting on my story!
Thank you,
DeleteAnd your welcome for commenting on your story.
Thank you every one who looks at this,
thank you.
From Erin