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A cold night under a violet tree

By: Josh B.
North Carolina, Age 10

The tree was as tall as a building and as bright as the moon. There were violets every-where and the tree looked as if it were one big violet. The river looked like a rushing river in the spring. The river was rushing from a small lake and pouring in a thin stream. The river was smashing and bashing into the rocks as if it had a mind of it's own.