The sunflowers felt spiky and crushable. The leaves were crunchy and hanging down like an old man with bad posture. The stems were furry and they had little prickles on them.
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Gratitude
We are so Grateful to be a stones throw away from paradise ! We set off down to the beach to dial up our creativity in the sea air. We dis...
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This week we've been learning a new song about Matariki. Many of you have shown your talent in singing! Here is the video of the song. ...
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