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June 9, 2007
Since I'm not in school now, I'm writing about the view from my bedroom window. It's partially obscured by a white, filmy curtain with flowery designs along the edges. I can see the deck, and the jasmine plant crawling up the stairs. I can see a blue folding chair folded against the railing of the stairs. The white posts of the garden fence sneak into my vision, but from where I sit, I cannot see the garden. I see the expanse of green plants growing underneath the deck, like a jungle. I see the lavender side of the storage shed.