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| Wildlife |
| Salamander |
| Banana Slug |
| Water Striders |
| Chitons |
| Adventures |
| Night Hike |
| Flashlights |
| Campfire |
| Overlook
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| Tide Pool |
| Tide
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| Places |
| Dutch
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| Cabin |
| Cargo Net |
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Salamander Long, skinny Slithering, crawling, climbing Stealthily hiding beneath chunks of rocks and wood Amphibian Click here to return to top. |
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Banana
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A long yellow banana slug The sound of other students taking their turn to kiss the banana slug The slimy and sticky skin The gooey texture that numbs my lips The sweet fragrance of redwood bark |
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Chitons Scaly, clinging, contracting Chitons Click here to return to the top. |
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Water striders
Spindly, quick, Strutting, floating, jumping Darting over the crisp clean water Jesus Christ Lizard Click here to return to the top. |
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 ight Hike Groping, floundering, freezing, peaceful, silent, stealthy, darkening Night Hike |
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Flashlights Bright, beaming Shining, illuminating, blinding Lighting up the cabin Lantern |
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Campfire Smoky, scorching Blazing, flaming, dancing, Flickering, smoldering, frigid, icy Freezing, cooling, frosting Frosty, crisp Ice cube Click here to return to the top. |
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Tide
Pool The rocky coastline unfolding before my eyes The white topped waves crashing into the craggy boulders lining the coast The rough, jagged rocks on which I grip to prevent to me from falling The starfish’s bumpy back as I stroke it The salty water and diseased fish drying on rocks warmed by the sunlight Click here to return to top. |
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Tide pools
Alive, rocky, watery Tide pools |
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| Dutch Bill Creek Flowing, streaming Rolling, gushing, falling The water collides as it streams off of the rocks American River Click here to return to the top. |
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Cabin Messy, warm, comfortable Cabin Click here to return to the top. |
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Cargo Net
Like a giant spider web Like a bridge stretching over a gushing river Like an awning over a slender creek Like dropping a prized possession into an abyss never to be found again Like a ladder reaching over a swelling stream Like a trap waiting to suck my feet into the gaps of the net Like a net reaching across the world Click to return to top |
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