One morning I went outside,
The air felt fresh as if there
was salt around me coming off
of the Ocean.
It was sunny,
Not even one cloud in the sky.
It smelled like spring because
of the fresh grass.
It tasted like a cookout
was right in front of me.
By Aisha Millett
Tripp Middle School
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