Photo Story Descriptors: hidden, water, oil, pastel
Photo Story 10/5/2021
We were crouched below the castle, waiting for the water to stop falling over the rocks. The minister knew we were coming. Oil slicked the rocks leading up to this pastel castle. The baby began to cry and Jenna soothed the troubled soul. All we had to do was get inside. Those were the kings orders. Now what were we going to do?
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Short n sweet because this week has just been flying by. Until next time!
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