Thetford Academy

I feel crisp air upon my face,

And the clutch of a sister’s hand clinging to me.

I rush down the hill on a sled, 

And hear the poof of snow as it falls from a tree.

     On a rainy day looking out the window, all one can see is rain. The glowing eye of the television entraps us all. Board games are scattered everywhere. People say there's no place like home.

Most people say that they like summer; well, I like winter. The cold chill, snowflakes in the air falling in slow motion, gliding down like a weightless feather.

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