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Sunday, 16 August 2015

A time I felt proud

I heard the hammer banging the nails on the wood.
I heard the wood banging and clanging together.
I saw the wood being made beautifully.
I felt the hammer in my hands.
I felt the hammer banging on the wood.
I wondered if it will go well.
I wondered if it will go right.

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