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It was the hottest day of summer. The sun was beating down like a thousand suns. As I walked along the soft dry grass I ran my hand through a blackberry bush. The thorns cut through my hand like it was made of birthday cake, but I didn't care. I didn't have a care in the world. A pearl white butterfly landed on my head. I felt just like a princess.

Justin, Leeds.

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