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Blake’s Independent Writing

One hot, amazing sunny day, the water was as hot as the yellow, shining sun was shining like a star in the sky and I could see the prickly, smooth starfish. The hard, rocky rocks felt like a big, tough and huge boulder. The crystal clear water was as cold as an ice cube. I could hear the big coconuts crackling popping candy and the clouds were fluffy like cotton candy. The soft, silky sand felt like a smooth rock. The sea shells are as sharp as knives in a kitchen.