Julianna Mello
Part 7-8
Line: "The branch snapped under us and we fell upon the moss that was soft as a cushion. Then our body, losing all sense, rolled over and over on the moss, dry leaves in our tunic, in our hair, in our face."
This line helped me picture how he felt and where he was. Reading this brought an image of a friend's house that was located in front of the woods. Not only did that get me more interested in the part of the book, but it also gave me an imaginary model of what to draw. With drawing I can imagine Equality and all his brothers waking up and never wanting to leave, because to them it was magic. I really enjoyed making this.
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