Miranda Goshrove
The sky was clear and starry. The full moon cast white shadows in the cobbled streets of Dublin, Ireland.
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Matt
The sky was clear and starry. The full moon cast white shadows in the cobbled streets of Dublin, Ireland.
Summer is gone, Autumn is here. The sky is dark, Dropping a tear. Leaves are falling, Falling on the ground Taken by wind, And it's hollow sound.
"Hurry up, Harry. We shall not lose thy battle." Said the boy running up on the hill in front of his house. "We mustn't. We have to win, and we will.