As a child I often dreamt I was flying, so when I looked out the
window one soft spring morning and saw I was high amongst fluffy clouds and
flocking starlings I assumed I was sleeping. Gazing dreamily down at tiny
buildings, like a model village; at the roads and rivers which wound like grey
and brown ribbons around velvet fields, what a marvellous feeling, free, flying
high, everything clean; unspoilt from this height, what a dream! Suddenly the
building tipped violently, I banged my head - ouch! Oh help! Not a dream;
reality – how do I steer this thing??
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I like this because of the way you describe the things you can see from high up, and it's funny at the end.
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ReplyDeleteI like this peace of writing it has a great twist at the end, it has great description.
ReplyDeleteI liked this peace of writing because it has really good description and the way there is a twist at the end.
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