kate

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//**hey guys**// //**i was born at friday 23 july 1999**// //**favourite color is irridesent blue**// //**i like blue butterflys**// //**favourite food is chocolate, sushi and mango**// //**i play the flute**// //**favourite sport is skiing**// //**my favourite books are tomorrow when the war began,forgotten,and twilight series and huger games.**// //**xx**// //**kate :)**//

[|frost writing]
Frost Writing Matamata... July weather. Crisp winter air makes the lone trees shiver in the bitter cold. Cars speeding past, throwing dying leaves into the air like a tsunami, look as if they were left in a freezer overnight. Smoke wafers out chimneys and settles in a small cloud above my head. Frost nestled into the small craters in the dirt. Frost dusting the ground like icing frozen to a large green cake. Frost turning to water as footsteps put an end to its fragile life. Frost hanging like icicles from trees as sharp as new pencils. Frost everywhere.

===[|MAN ON BIKE]===

School uniforms are a flurry of maroon, blue and grey as the student’s hustle around the massive fountain. Questioning eyes fall upon an elderly man. Taking many photos he moved not once other than the occasional clicking his right index finger. Perched on the slightly rusted pedals, his gaze was steady and focused. Eyes locked directly into the camera lens like a seagull waiting for prey, or in his case, the perfect photograph. Faded leather shoes looked huge underneath his wiry ankles. He wore cream pants and a blue knit jersey. Warm clothes for a summer day. Thin wisps of silver hair erupted from his pale balding head. This man was a strange photographer.

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