....When you're five everything is so big. But not as big as a tree. I like trees. I follow their arms to a special place where I can be anything I want. Today I am a giant bird with a giant beak and wings as big as our house. I take off and land on a tall, tall tree and look over my land. I see my grand dad chopping wood or call to my gran as she hangs out the washing but she cannot see me cause |
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