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Face Painting
I could feel the stone I had in my hand, it scratched my fingers and palm. The stone was cold and hard. I made powder from the stone. I smelled the stone, it smelled like soil. I saw the pile of powder growing bigger and bigger. I heard the ugly sound of stones scratching each other. Some of the stone particles went into my mouth, they tasted like iron!
Article posted October 24, 2011 at 06:24 AM •
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I am in 5. grade. I come from Norway. I like football. My favourite subject is art.
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