people wandering like their lost,
we see a brown old hut lives at the middle of nowhere still alive in the snow,
we see trees frozen like thier dead,snowy cliffs sharp like tusks,we are in a winter wonderland as nortons hut sinks
By Xiling
A Zone for reading about what's on in Room 7, sharing our learning and to link to places to extend our thinking.
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