Greetings room 13,
With a lurch the cart swung into action. The horses plodded forward and onto the road. A cool breeze whispered through the grasses as the cart hit the black tar, then onto gravel. The earth was dry near the old coal mine and the brown horses churned up dust from the road. The surface mining machine was about 500 meters long, a tangle of grey steel and ropes. A clear blue lake glittered ahead of us, with the future swimming beach and campsite, but the landscape was still ugly and brown. Barely anything grew here since the mine was in use for only 13 months 20 years ago until political changes caused an early closure of the mine.
The mass of steel, the surface mining machine, ruins the view even more. Its 80 meter high bulk is now of no more use. The imposing sculpture makes you feel small and vulnerable, I thought as the bays trotted up the hill back to the road.
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Yours truly,
Hanna.
This is an exciting piece of writing Hanna. Your opening sentence hooked me in and I felt you were taking me on the journey with you. I also liked the way you concluded with personal voice. rowan
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