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December 23, 2009
By Amber Plante BRONZE, Manteca, California
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You walk outside to the sound of children pkaying hop scotch and mothers watching them play you walk further down the road and could smell fresh baked cookies. you hear the church bell ringing and can see people dressed in white. that's when you know that it's Sunday.

© Suzannah W., Syosset, NY

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This is my version of a Sunday morning in a small town
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