Rosy Rbeca Ennis, Ireland
22 February 2018
Dear Rosy,
I miss you so much. But, I like it here in Morocco because I go to the beach every day. But I miss you still. I go to the mosque sometimes. I have lots of friends but I still wish you were here. Do you like traveling? Would you like to go to Morocco?
Remember, when I met you in London you were sightseeing. If you come to visit me here we could go sightseeing together.
Yours sincerely,
Rosela
Once upon a time there was a tree named Dylan.
And every day Dylan grows taller.
Until one day Dylan breaks!
And because of that Dylan grows again.
And because of that Dylan grows to the moon.
Until finally a boy, also named Dylan, cuts the tree.
And ever since Dylan broke again.
Once upon a time there was a space door.
And every day it was trying to get to the moon.
Until one day it got to the moon.
And because of that it was powered.
And because of that it was there in a jiffy.
Until finally it got back to earth.
And ever since it was happy.
