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Monday, March 16, 2020

The Hunter swoop.

Extreme hill like. Snowy, Abandoned, deserted.

A blue but cloudy sky, a mountain smaller than my palm snow barely seen.

Mountains were big and far away, White like a pure white blanket covering some grass. Deserted and not a human animal or alien insight.

highways close and Black, Yellow lines the colour of the sun fading away but still close and straight.

Roads far away take years to walk, Not a shop in sight. yellow lines fading away, and a sign saying slow down. the next stop miles away for water.

A blue and Cloudy sky mountain small and white. Trees and bushes small. On the right Bigger mountains Whiter than white a blanket of snow. Highway close and far, Yellow lines big and fading.
Roads far away take years to walk, Not a shop in sight. yellow lines fading away, and a sign saying slow down. the next stop miles away for water.

1. Trees dead and cold. Orange leaves covered the floor the only scenes of warmth.
2. Tall Shadowing trees barely any cloud in sight Fogg growing till no fog is Seen.
3. Water duller then black, Trees reflected towards the sun.
4. Jumping in makes my body Freeze, colder and colder hoping I can jump out soon, a laneway far away my vehicle sat.

The Trees are Dead and a cool colour, Orange leaves shed and fell towards the ground. Trees Shadowed over the land Capturing fog. Water duller then black reflecting blue skies and tips of trees. Jumping in Freezing up, swimming around waiting for my parents t pick me up from the gap in the trees.

Sun yellow, Glistening through the trees. Warming up the ground.
Trees widening then reopening on a loop trying to block the sun.
Wheatfields Long, Tall and Yellow waiting to be picked and Replanted.
Major Kenny, Who was aiming backwards head, Lt, General White Commanding us around the wheat facing Left of us at my team holding a gun aiming ready for anything to pop out at any time.

As the sun glistened threw the Trees, The Trees waved round and round. The Trees Wanting to open then close the Doors blocking the sun. Wheatfields Large and yellow Stealing items from others. Major Kenny, Who was aiming backwards, Yelled at us that we should aim around closer and closer to the barn just in case we get jumped or shot at.


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