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THE WOODS
After dark, woods become spooky. Trees are more dense, dark and gloomy. Each step echoes. With a quickening pace, excitement soars at an all time low, as each crackling twig whispers: someone else is out here... ----------------------------------- Written for: Poetic Devices - Lesson 3 - Hyperbole & Understatement
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