Tuesday 17 June 2014

Imagine


I feel the cold breeze above the frosty mountains brushing through my hair. The wind so cold it almost gives me frost bite, but I tuck into my warm cozy sleeping bag.
I see icicles surround my tent like an army protecting me as I las and watch the world as it passes me by.  I hear the birds go tweet as they fly high above me they fly in a flock and they sing a lovely song that wakens me every morning.  I smell my breakfast warm yummy pumpkin soup mmmm my fav.






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