WALT: write a descriptive piece.
The frosty cold wind blasts the snow into my face. The wind yells at me as I trudge slowly towards the house leaving clear footprints in the snow. The icy steps make me slip and skid, ending in a painful fall. Cold and wet I see the pretty snowflakes falling onto my face, the grey sky frowning at me and I hear the happy laughs coming from in the house. Arriving in the house the warmth hits me like a bullet. I smell the delicious cakes baking on the fire.
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