The Storm

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Written by Dylan Rahn (Robin’s 7 year old grandson)

The power was out.
Trees were down.
I was scared.
We had to cook outside in the wind. It was cold. We had to find sticks in the woods to put in the fire so we could have light to see in the dark.
I saw an owl. It was scary.

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