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Monday, November 8, 2010
HOMEWORK: - Describing Objects:
Can you describe the following objects in the photgraphs below? Make sure you use powerful description and a range of figurative language (metaphor, simile, personification, hyperbole etc).
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claudia
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The shiny gold clock ticked away, with it's fancy black numbers and the second hand running round and round.
The sharp blade shined in the light and the handle at th end was a deep sea blue.
The homely white bunk bed perfect with its bed sheets and chushions set out neatly. The light shining from the window reflected on the bed like a pool of sunlight.
The brown sofa looked as soft as a marshmallo and looked very neat in every place.
Picture 1: A golden circle of metal is surrounding a ring of large numbers which are as black as the midnight sky. A long blood red hand and two jet black ones point at the numbers around them. Two shiny bells sit firmly on top of the little clock.
Picture 2: A black handle with a rough surface and a minute hole in it is attached to a razor sharp blade of solid steel.
Picture 3: A creamy white bed made of smooth wood stands high off the ground. A blanket as soft as a feather lies gently on top of a coloured mattress. A little chest of drawers has been carefully put under the bed and a small ladder with five rungs leads up to the top of the Princess type bed.
Picture 4: A sofa as brown as mud and as soft as a comfy pillow has two cushions placed neatly in the corners. The base of it is like a massive chocolate bar sitting comfortably under a mountain of feathers.
The glistening steel blade of the small kitchen knife shone into my eyes with a silent cry of pain! The grip of the knife rubbed and ruffled my skin till my hands were blood red! The small hole in the mottled grip which was for attaching the knife to a smooth elasticated piece of string was as sharp as the serated edge of an open can of baked beans. The top of the handle where it meets the sharp blade was ruffled and rippled. The knife itself was shaped in a racing like aerodynamic grip. The splendid knife is not to be messed with and is a vicious beast in hiding!
Razor-sharp blade like a shark tooth ready to cut, slice or dice at any time. As the thrill of stabbing something straight through the heart takes over .you slowly bit by bit take it out and the drip gradually departs down the blade and temps you to never stop stabing.
The glourious, glammering, gifted, gold clock waited to ring to wake up its sleepy head. Its shimmering ring made life happy again. Picture 2 The knife was as sharp as a sharks teeth. The killing knife was waiting to chop up some dead meat. The knife was as bored as a I was when I had nothing to do. Picture 3 The shining white bed waited all night for its little girl to wake up again.
The lush emerald bunk-bed was looming over the lifeless carpet, furthermore devouring everything in sight. The breath taking fire ball like sun illuminated the nursery, cutting through the crystal clear window, like a knife cutting through butter. The rock solid wood threatened to take over the room like an army on the brink of invasion.
Photo 4
The two symmetrical brown cushions sit like eyes staring at me as a tiger watches his prey. It just sat there like a sleeping dragon untouched for million of years.
The lush emerald bunk-bed was looming over the lifeless carpet, furthermore devouring everything in sight. The breath taking fire ball like sun illuminated the nursery, cutting through the crystal clear window, like a knife cutting through butter. The rock solid wood threatened to take over the room like an army on the brink of invasion.
Photo 4
The two symmetrical brown cushions sit like eyes staring at me as a tiger watches his prey. It just sat there like a sleeping dragon untouched for million of years.
Clock: The Glowing gold clock stood firmly on a dark brown wooden Bed side table. The numbers on the white quartz face were as black as a witches cat. Two ruler straight black hands went round the clock slowly, like a unfit person on a treadmill, the blood red second hand, spinted round the clock like a hyperactive child.
Sofa: The comfy, brown leather sofa stood waiting to be sat on. The cushions leaned on the armrests like a drunk man in a pub. the sofa was warm, cosy, and was as soft and springy as a matress.
1. The shimmering gold of the clock edges the out side. As its long hand ticks along in the endless circle of time.For some the ticking is like a life cycle.Each second washes away there life.Tick,tick,tick. Tick,tick,tick....
2. The shimmering blade slashes the human eye open as the evil looks it passes into you right to the very soul. The knife is a dangerous weapon always ready to attack.Slice,slice slice,As the painful sound pierces the ears.Beware of the shimmering teeth of the knife.
3. The spring green wood bounces of the bed in a lightly cheerful form.The warm quilts and pillows and things keep you warm and protected at night as they collide with you.The ladder which you climb will protect you from harm.Any person would have joy as they slept on this spring green bed.
4. The muddy couch is embroided with comfort. As the warmth surrounded you with happiness.
The glistening clock was full of imagination and told tales of time forever.But it always told a fascinating new tale every time.
The Knife is a soldier standing terrible, tall and proud. Every day shining as strong as ever.Cutting up as the light from above shone on him like a spotlight.
The bed was as comfy as a bundle of feathers, and as neat as a spring cleaned kitchen.Every night it did as it was told and kept its master comfy and warm.
The Dark, Dazzling brown sofa , as comfy as can be would sit there perfectly waiting to be sat on.
Picture1 The gleaming, golden metal mockingly surrounded the helpless jet-black numbers as black as an evil witches cat. As the madmen arrows desperately urge to find a way of glorious freedom, it unmistakeably makes no progress as it continuously darts around in never-ending circles.
Picture 2 The shining silver knife was a lion, just about to viciously pounce on it's hopeless prey.
Picture 3 It's beautifully carved legs mirrored the glimmering ray of sunlight like a king's golden palace pillars.
Picture 4 The brown sofa was a comfortable world of chocolate craze, as it strongly persuades you to peacefully relax in it's warm grasps
Bright and shiny like a new penny. It's comforting tick like a heart beat.Waiting to pounce on its prey from the shadows of the bedside table,to get you up!
Photo 2
The hard cold shiny blade.Rough grip handle like the feel of my cats tongue.The nife cut the carrot like butter.
Photo 3
Cosy,comfy,cuddle down in your castle of dream bunk beds.Like a sloth going to sleep for centuries in its two storey tree.
Photo 4
Warm chocolate coloured fabric,so comfortable to relax.Sinking into the sumptuous cushions.My safe,sofa,sanctuary.
The glistening gold clock was ticking away in the silent room.Its jet black hands are stabbing the deathly black numbers.
Picture 2:
The splinter sharp knife was a sharp as a shard of broken glass.The death like metallic colour of metal was hovering above the meat ready to slice.The rough black handle was brushing my skin as I took it off the hook above the meat.
Picture 3:
The glimmering bed was waiting in the smiling sunlight for people to sleep on it.It was cream,lush and always welcoming.
Picture 4:
The matte brown sofa stood in the living room watching and waiting for a person to sit on its comfy cushions.But when somebody does sit on the sofa it engulfs them into its brown mass.
As time quickly passes by on this alarming alarm clock, the bells ring to wake me up for school! The hands move round the clock like a car on a fairground roundabout. The clock gleams in the morning sunlight .
Photo 2
The black ridges on this knife rub my hand like a lizard’s skin. The blade is like a TRex’s tooth waiting to bite down on it’s prey. I hear the swish and the slash as the knife tries to slice me!
Shining golden clock ready to ring like christmas bells.The bells almost look like headphones on a face of numbers.Tick tick goes the hands waiting to ruin your dreams.Stylish , deep black numbers waiting to be coverd by the blood red second hand or the chaos black minuit and second hands.
Dark black handle waiting to be held and to slice with its razor sharp silver blade.Rough handle like rocks giving a grip like the rough grip on a climbing wall.Shining silver edge that can slice open any fruit or vegitable.
Creamy green bunk bed for tierd boys and girls the ladder is like the climb to your dreams, warmth and slumber.The lower level may not be so high but still givs you sweet dreams and warmth on a cold winter night . so pull up the covers and go to sleep.
Big brown sofer for people to relax on . The sofa is warm and good to relax on with your family wether you are watching tv, having cofe or just sitting forthe warmth of the thing itself . Big brown sofas keep you warm on winter nights so if you need a rest sit on the familes big old brown sofa.
I sat down on my kaleidoscopic bed that groaned as the corners of the blanket flew into the air, reluctant to have me sit on it. I lay down as the bed gasped for air after I had placed my heavy-weighted legs on it.
Picture 4:
The comfortable chair lay somnolent with two deceased pillows laying gracefully on the arm of the chair.
My knife is like a morbid claw, ready to mercilessly tear its way through flesh, bone and anything else unfortunate enough to get stuck in its path. It also has rough ridges rendering its rigorously comfy surface acting as a handle to my guiding arm.
Sofa: The big, fat, sofa is a warm fuzzy heaven welcoming you after a hard days work. Your legs melt into its warm embrace as your mind begins to wonder.
1st. As I looked sleepily across at Mr Westclox it reminded me of the happy and sad relationship I had with this friend that woke me each day. Two round, chrome bells(separated by a man with a small hammer) stand on the body that has survived for generation after generation. As the seconds pass by so do it's life and rust begins to overwhelm it; the modern number still fit in with this old timer with short thin legs that only just keep it up right. There is a small dial that shows the seconds that is camouflaged in the white background. The crystal clear glass rocked like an old granny in a rocking chair as the wind of the AC unit whispered word too far away to grasp.
2nd. The warm blood trickled down my face; the precision, F1 knife that he held was dazzling, unexplainable what's more superb. The jet black handle linked it to its owner and gave extra grip for the perfect kill, or ad lest get smooth bread edges. A microscopic hole can be used to increase accuracy moreover the incredibly sharp knife could cut through a brick wall.
the picture lays there in complete isolation knowing it is only a fragment of frozen time waiting for some one to pick it up and remember what had happend on the day it was taken
picture 1 The gold clock is always ticking with the small hand and the big hand.The 2 arrows are always going round and round aiming for one particular number and line.
picture 2
The solid steel blade of the knife is razor sharp and as shiny as marble , and the black handle is as rough as the scales of a snake.
picture 3
The lazy comfortable bed lays there waiting for the child to wake up after 9 hours non stop.
The shiny gold clock glistens as the sunlight beats on the side of it, making the entire room light up like an alladins cave. Hands ticking frantically not knowing when or how to stop while the alarm waits for its time to be released from its silence.
As sharp as razors the knife slices the inside of a baby carrot who is about to be chopped up and put in to soup. The cold steel of the blade disects the flesh of the carrot as scientist would slice open a rat in a lab.
My lime green bunk bed welcomes me as I come home, exhausted after a long day at school. It invites me to just colapse on to it as if I were a marathon runner after a race.
A big chewy, puffy chocolate ice-cream cake disguised as a sofa lives in the middle of our sitting room. It is cooled by the AC so it doesn't melt away and leave a puddle of mush on the floor.
The vulture knife shone brightly in my weak brown eyes as if i were its prey. Your eyes go blury looking staight into the carnivourous sharp steeming eyes of the knife. He hypnotizes you easily and you then become his lunch.
The shiney blade of the threatening knife glared at me, its dark handle smooth and too thick to understand the number of innocent, defenceless vegetables and fruit it's other end would be murdering. The pointy end as sharp as a needle, really to rip out the inside of a terrified grapefruit. The knife lay there, ready to pounce on it's pray, unaware to what was coming to them. It lay there, day after day and night after night. Not a sound, not a peep. Then after a week or so the sharp metal killer would pull out a few guts and feed then to the hungry mouths above.
picture 1: it as a gold color like the gold medal you just won in the olympics. it as big black numebers like the darkness of the night. it as a round shape like the moon in the sky.
picture 2: it as a great silver sharp blade that shines in the sun. is as a black handle as black as a storm.
picture 3: it as a green colour like the meadows. the bed is like a big green monster ready to attack.
picture 4: the sofa is as brown as mud. the sofa is as soft as a feather. it is ascomfi as your bed.
Pic1: The shinny meataal stands out on the cream white clock face. Pic2: The sparkling bade of the kmife glistens in the light. Pic3: The cream coloured bunk beds look cumfy and cosy.
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The shiny gold clock ticked away, with it's fancy black numbers and the second hand running round and round.
The sharp blade shined in the light and the handle at th end was a deep sea blue.
The homely white bunk bed perfect with its bed sheets and chushions set out neatly. The light shining from the window reflected on the bed like a pool of sunlight.
The brown sofa looked as soft as a marshmallo and looked very neat in every place.
Picture 1:
A golden circle of metal is surrounding a ring of large numbers which are as black as the midnight sky. A long blood red hand and two jet black ones point at the numbers around them. Two shiny bells sit firmly on top of the little clock.
Picture 2:
A black handle with a rough surface and a minute hole in it is attached to a razor sharp blade of solid steel.
Picture 3:
A creamy white bed made of smooth wood stands high off the ground. A blanket as soft as a feather lies gently on top of a coloured mattress. A little chest of drawers has been carefully put under the bed and a small ladder with five rungs leads up to the top of the Princess type bed.
Picture 4:
A sofa as brown as mud and as soft as a comfy pillow has two cushions placed neatly in the corners. The base of it is like a massive chocolate bar sitting comfortably under a mountain of feathers.
the clock froze as if it was solid gold. the clock is a calculator filled with numbers.
the slightly light navy knife is as sharp as an arrow. the handle of the knife had a bright silver hole in it.
the faded lime coloured bunk bed was a multitasking millionare.
the light brown sofa was as welcoming as chocolate. the soft comfy sofa was a newly orginized desk.
The glistening steel blade of the small kitchen knife shone into my eyes with a silent cry of pain! The grip of the knife rubbed and ruffled my skin till my hands were blood red! The small hole in the mottled grip which was for attaching the knife to a smooth elasticated piece of string was as sharp as the serated edge of an open can of baked beans. The top of the handle where it meets the sharp blade was ruffled and rippled. The knife itself was shaped in a racing like aerodynamic grip. The splendid knife is not to be messed with and is a vicious beast in hiding!
Razor-sharp blade like a shark tooth ready to cut, slice or dice at any time. As the thrill of stabbing something straight through the heart takes over .you slowly bit by bit take it out and the drip gradually departs down the blade and temps you to never stop stabing.
Picture 1
The glourious, glammering, gifted, gold clock waited to ring to wake up its sleepy head. Its shimmering ring made life happy again.
Picture 2
The knife was as sharp as a sharks teeth. The killing knife was waiting to chop up some dead meat.
The knife was as bored as a I was when I had nothing to do.
Picture 3
The shining white bed waited all night for its little girl to wake up again.
Photo 3
The lush emerald bunk-bed was looming over the lifeless carpet, furthermore devouring everything in sight. The breath taking fire ball like sun illuminated the nursery, cutting through the crystal clear window, like a knife cutting through butter. The rock solid wood threatened to take over the room like an army on the brink of invasion.
Photo 4
The two symmetrical brown cushions sit like eyes staring at me as a tiger watches his prey. It just sat there like a sleeping dragon untouched for million of years.
By Ethan and Harry H
Ps. We'll do 1 and 2 separately
Photo 3
The lush emerald bunk-bed was looming over the lifeless carpet, furthermore devouring everything in sight. The breath taking fire ball like sun illuminated the nursery, cutting through the crystal clear window, like a knife cutting through butter. The rock solid wood threatened to take over the room like an army on the brink of invasion.
Photo 4
The two symmetrical brown cushions sit like eyes staring at me as a tiger watches his prey. It just sat there like a sleeping dragon untouched for million of years.
B y Ethan and Harry H
Ps. They will do photos 1 and 2 separately
The golden, gleaming clock ticked away blissfully like nothing else in the world mattered.
The furious knife was annoyed because it wanted to jump out and kill someone but the poor thing just had to sit still on the table feeling irritated.
The tranquil and serene colours fill the room with pleasure and delight.
As I fall the soil brown sofa underneath me melts away to a soft, feathery landing.
Jack Collivers Homework
Clock:
The Glowing gold clock stood firmly on a dark brown wooden Bed side table.
The numbers on the white quartz face were as black as a witches cat. Two ruler straight black hands went round the clock slowly, like a unfit person on a treadmill, the blood red second hand, spinted round the clock like a hyperactive child.
Sofa:
The comfy, brown leather sofa stood waiting to be sat on. The cushions leaned on the armrests like a drunk man in a pub. the sofa was warm, cosy, and was as soft and springy as a matress.
1. The shimmering gold of the clock edges the out side. As its long hand ticks along in the endless circle of time.For some the ticking is like a life cycle.Each second washes away there life.Tick,tick,tick. Tick,tick,tick....
2. The shimmering blade slashes the human eye open as the evil looks it passes into you right to the very soul. The knife is a dangerous weapon always ready to attack.Slice,slice slice,As the painful sound pierces the ears.Beware of the shimmering teeth of the knife.
3. The spring green wood bounces of the bed in a lightly cheerful form.The warm quilts and pillows and things keep you warm and protected at night as they collide with you.The ladder which you climb will protect you from harm.Any person would have joy as they slept on this spring green bed.
4. The muddy couch is embroided with comfort. As the warmth surrounded you with happiness.
The glistening clock was full of imagination and told tales of time forever.But it always told a fascinating new tale every time.
The Knife is a soldier standing terrible, tall and proud. Every day shining as strong as ever.Cutting up as the light from above shone on him like a spotlight.
The bed was as comfy as a bundle of feathers, and as neat as a spring cleaned kitchen.Every night it did as it was told and kept its master comfy and warm.
The Dark, Dazzling brown sofa , as comfy as can be would sit there perfectly waiting to be sat on.
Picture1
The gleaming, golden metal mockingly surrounded the helpless jet-black numbers as black as an evil witches cat. As the madmen arrows desperately urge to find a way of glorious freedom, it unmistakeably makes no progress as it continuously darts around in never-ending circles.
Picture 2
The shining silver knife was a lion, just about to viciously pounce on it's hopeless prey.
Picture 3
It's beautifully carved legs mirrored the glimmering ray of sunlight like a king's golden palace pillars.
Picture 4
The brown sofa was a comfortable world of chocolate craze, as it strongly persuades you to peacefully relax in it's warm grasps
Katie S
Photo 1
Bright and shiny like a new penny. It's comforting tick like a heart beat.Waiting to pounce on its prey from the shadows of the bedside table,to get you up!
Photo 2
The hard cold shiny blade.Rough grip handle like the feel of my cats tongue.The nife cut the carrot like butter.
Photo 3
Cosy,comfy,cuddle down in your castle of dream bunk beds.Like a sloth going to sleep for centuries in its two storey tree.
Photo 4
Warm chocolate coloured fabric,so comfortable to relax.Sinking into the sumptuous cushions.My safe,sofa,sanctuary.
Picture 1:
The glistening gold clock was ticking away in the silent room.Its jet black hands are stabbing the deathly black numbers.
Picture 2:
The splinter sharp knife was a sharp as a shard of broken glass.The death like metallic colour of metal was hovering above the meat ready to slice.The rough black handle was brushing my skin as I took it off the hook above the meat.
Picture 3:
The glimmering bed was waiting in the smiling sunlight for people to sleep on it.It was cream,lush and always welcoming.
Picture 4:
The matte brown sofa stood in the living room watching and waiting for a person to sit on its comfy cushions.But when somebody does sit on the sofa it engulfs them into its brown mass.
Photo 1
As time quickly passes by on this alarming alarm clock, the bells ring to wake me up for school! The hands move round the clock like a car on a fairground roundabout. The clock gleams in the morning sunlight .
Photo 2
The black ridges on this knife rub my hand like a lizard’s skin. The blade is like a TRex’s tooth waiting to bite down on it’s prey. I hear the swish and the slash as the knife tries to slice me!
Harry H
Shining golden clock ready to ring like christmas bells.The bells almost look like headphones on a face of numbers.Tick tick goes the hands waiting to ruin your dreams.Stylish , deep black numbers waiting to be coverd by the blood red second hand or the chaos black minuit and second hands.
Dark black handle waiting to be held and to slice with its razor sharp silver blade.Rough handle like rocks giving a grip like the rough grip on a climbing wall.Shining silver edge that can slice open any fruit or vegitable.
Creamy green bunk bed for tierd boys and girls the ladder is like the climb to your dreams, warmth and slumber.The lower level may not be so high but still givs you sweet dreams and warmth on a cold winter night . so pull up the covers and go to sleep.
Big brown sofer for people to relax on . The sofa is warm and good to relax on with your family wether you are watching tv, having cofe or just sitting forthe warmth of the thing itself . Big brown sofas keep you warm on winter nights so if you need a rest sit on the familes big old brown sofa.
Picture 3:
I sat down on my kaleidoscopic bed that groaned as the corners of the blanket flew into the air, reluctant to have me sit on it. I lay down as the bed gasped for air after I had placed my heavy-weighted legs on it.
Picture 4:
The comfortable chair lay somnolent with two deceased pillows laying gracefully on the arm of the chair.
Knife:
My knife is like a morbid claw, ready to mercilessly tear its way through flesh, bone and anything else unfortunate enough to get stuck in its path.
It also has rough ridges
rendering its rigorously comfy surface acting as a handle to my guiding arm.
Sofa:
The big, fat, sofa is a warm fuzzy heaven welcoming you after a hard
days work. Your legs melt into its warm embrace as your mind begins to wonder.
By Angus.
Eden said:
Hands that walk slowly around in a circle passing by each number. Ears
being hammered down.
I can see the reflection of my eyes through the sharp, pointy, delicate blade.
I climb the short, wooden, thin, creamy ladder to the balcony where I can lie still on the soft mattress and look out on another dream.
The cocoa brown, velvet sofa sits still silently in the middle of nowhere. I want to jump on the springs and squeeze the soft cuddly pillows.
Descriptive Paragraphs
1st. As I looked sleepily across at Mr Westclox it reminded me of the happy and sad relationship I had with this friend that woke me each day. Two round, chrome bells(separated by a man with a small hammer) stand on the body that has survived for generation after generation. As the seconds pass by so do it's life and rust begins to overwhelm it; the modern number still fit in with this old timer with short thin legs that only just keep it up right. There is a small dial that shows the seconds that is camouflaged in the white background. The crystal clear glass rocked like an old granny in a rocking chair as the wind of the AC unit whispered word too far away to grasp.
2nd. The warm blood trickled down my face; the precision, F1 knife that he held was dazzling, unexplainable what's more superb. The jet black handle linked it to its owner and gave extra grip for the perfect kill, or ad lest get smooth bread edges. A microscopic hole can be used to increase accuracy moreover the incredibly sharp knife could cut through a brick wall.
omar
the picture lays there in complete isolation knowing it is only a fragment of frozen time waiting for some one to pick it up and remember what had happend on the day it was taken
picture 1
The gold clock is always ticking with the small hand and the big hand.The 2 arrows are always going round and round aiming for one particular number and line.
picture 2
The solid steel blade of the knife is razor sharp and as shiny as marble , and the black handle is as rough as the scales of a snake.
picture 3
The lazy comfortable bed lays there waiting for the child to wake up after 9 hours non stop.
The shiny gold clock glistens as the sunlight beats on the side of it, making the entire room light up like an alladins cave. Hands ticking frantically not knowing when or how to stop while the alarm waits for its time to be released from its silence.
As sharp as razors the knife slices the inside of a baby carrot who is about to be chopped up and put in to soup. The cold steel of the blade disects the flesh of the carrot as scientist would slice open a rat in a lab.
My lime green bunk bed welcomes me as I come home, exhausted after a long day at school. It invites me to just colapse on to it as if I were a marathon runner after a race.
A big chewy, puffy chocolate ice-cream cake disguised as a sofa lives in the middle of our sitting room. It is cooled by the AC so it doesn't melt away and leave a puddle of mush on the floor.
The vulture knife shone brightly in my weak brown eyes as if i were its prey. Your eyes go blury looking staight into the carnivourous sharp steeming eyes of the knife. He hypnotizes you easily and you then become his lunch.
The shiney blade of the threatening knife glared at me, its dark handle smooth and too thick to understand the number of innocent, defenceless vegetables and fruit it's other end would be murdering. The pointy end as sharp as a needle, really to rip out the inside of a terrified grapefruit. The knife lay there, ready to pounce on it's pray, unaware to what was coming to them. It lay there, day after day and night after night. Not a sound, not a peep. Then after a week or so the sharp metal killer would pull out a few guts and feed then to the hungry
mouths above.
picture 1:
it as a gold color like the gold medal you just won in the olympics.
it as big black numebers like the darkness of the night.
it as a round shape like the moon in the sky.
picture 2:
it as a great silver sharp blade that shines in the sun.
is as a black handle as black as a storm.
picture 3:
it as a green colour like the meadows.
the bed is like a big green monster ready to attack.
picture 4:
the sofa is as brown as mud.
the sofa is as soft as a feather.
it is ascomfi as your bed.
Pic1: The shinny meataal stands out on the cream white clock face.
Pic2: The sparkling bade of the kmife glistens in the light.
Pic3: The cream coloured bunk beds look cumfy and cosy.
pic4: The bark cooured sofa stands proud like a soldger.
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