One morning, thick mist covered our town.
One morning, thick mist covered our town. We could not see the road, the buses, or even our own shoes. The teacher said, "Stay in a line and hold hands." We walked slowly, singing a song to keep track of each other. At the school gate, we cheered. The mist went away by lunch, but we remembered how good it felt to hold hands.
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