I See Rocks and mountains in the back ground.
I Smell fresh air and the breeze from the wind.
I hear nothing but the wind.
I Feel cold because the wind is constantly blowing.
I see three little boys in a whole in the wall looking like they are hiding from something.
I Smell musty kids because they been hiding for days.
I Hear the kids ask me for help
I Feel bad because no one is helping them.
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