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Friday, 24 October 2014

Camp Woodend.

From my bunk room
I can see...

Sleeping bags ready for sleeping in, girls chattering quietly and suitcases dumped everywhere.

From the gaga dodgeball pit
I can hear...

People laughing, birds tweeting and people clapping.
From the hall 
I can smell...
Lunch getting served,
Teachers having their tea or coffee
and insect repellant.

From the flying fox

I can feel...

Wind blowing in my face,
Bark crunching under my feet as I walk
and the sun shining on my skin.

Our Camp :)

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