by
William
t's nice, cold and alone.The bench is wet, cold, icy. You can hear the snow crunching. It is quiet and there is no one around here. The light is on. It makes the place look cheery. It is Tuesday night at ten o'clock. Most people are sleeping. But I went for a walk and took this picture.
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Story by: William, age 11
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