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Monday, July 8, 2013

writing by Flora and Javana


The boy was climbing up a treacherous mountain. Suddenly he slipped with his feet dangling down and his muscles aching. Struggling to keep holding on, gripping the top of the mountain  my sweaty hands struggling to keep hold. “I got to the top” “I made it.” he was so happy because he did it


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