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It was a sunny day of spring when I went with my family to Copenhagen, in Denmark. Although in this photo is not appreciated, behind us there were a lot of anxious faces wishing we were leaving that place. Moreover, my parents face reflected happiness. It was supposed to be one of the best travels in their lives, and I think that it exceeded expectations. My sister and I were very happy too, due to the calm and hot wind that was around us. Finally, I think that life is very short and we have to live all the moments as they were the last, because we do not know what will happen next.

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I am a little girl surrounded by nature and delighted faces. An adrenaline feeling runs through my body. My head doesn't think about anything. My belly is feeling extraordinary, but I like it. The fresh air on my face is making it tricky for my to see something. People shouting in the background. Not because they are in danger, they are just feeling on top of the world.
I am expecting the rollercoaster to end his ride, despite the fact that then I would regret it and I would like to go up again.
Those family days. Those moments we take for granted in spite of knowing one day will end. Living, since life's brief.

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This happened two years ago in the village I go to every summer with my family. It's my favourite place in the world, it's a place where I feel free, where I don't have to worry about anything, just having fun with my friends.
It had been a really hot summer day even though there were many clouds in the sky. Like we always did we went to the highest point of the little village to see the sunset. After climbing up many stairs, and still trying to catch our breath we looked right in front of us just to see the most beautiful sky ever. We started running towards the sunset, the fresh air of the afternoon hitting our faces, the scrams of excitement, the feeling of never wanting to close our eyes because we didn't want to miss a single second of that moment. We sat down in the middle of the street, we had no words to express what we were seeing. The sun was hiding behind the mountains but still strongly illuminating the clouds making them look like they were on fire. It didn't last long, but we still like to remember it as the most amazing and powerful sunset we have ever seen.

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I was just a 6 year old kid when my mother's alarm clock rang every Saturday at 6am. I heard how she slowly got up from bed so, trying to not wake anyone else, and her steps were slowly approaching to my room. When she arrived woke me up with an affectionate kiss and saying to me: “good morning love, it's game day, come on, get up";.

Then I got up, had breakfast together and took the car to travel the hour and a half from Tarrega to Barcelona, where I played every weekend, at 9am, with my team.

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That eventful summer eve, the cold easily swept into my bones, even though the temperature should have still been warm. The cool breeze graced my face and made ripples in the surface of the shallow lake I had known for all my life. Dark filled my eyes, the grey stormy clouds clouded the otherwise continuously blue hues of the summer sky. My tired eyes looked for the light of the sun, however they were not able to find it. The sounds all around me seemed extremely loud; the rustling of the leaves, dogs barking in the distance as the storm approached, the sound of flowing water, my own breath and heartbeat, the sound of thunder in the distance. The smells of land just before rain, of nature around me; golden wheat fields, the smell of dust from the sandy paths, the smell of fresh baked bread and sweets from the nearby houses enveloped my mind. My own usually forgetful mind suddenly warned me “The time is approaching, I should head back home". However something caught my attention the breeze had turned lukewarm, the waters were still, every sound had suddenly stopped. Eventually, I could see some rather bright light sweeping through the dark mass of clouds. One seemed a deep shade of crimson, another one a bright yellow; like the one I tended to overuse so much in my paintings. More colours started appearing on the sky. For instance, purple shades and magenta at my right, though I barely noticed them. The view was mesmerizing, one thought appeared in my mind "Do I really have to return now?" This question lingered for a moment until I decided "They can still wait for some more minutes, this view cannot".

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It was a different thursday than the others, our teacher had assigned us a project and the deadline was friday. The members of our group were my best friends. We went to Alejandro's house, in order to get it done. It was such an amusing day. I remember not being able to stop laughing. I can still remember the feeling of hapiness I had that day, when we were still kids, and "problems" was just a word which we didn't use much. We had dinner while we stared at the gleaming narrow and dazzling stars, wondering about what would life be like for us in the future. Sometimes, I just wish I could go back to the old me and thank me for the great childhood I gave to myself.

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It was a hot summer evening and two sisters were sitting down on the soft sand contemplating how the little waves kept coming in to the shore of the Mediterranean ocean, with the warm breeze blowing through they're short, wet hair. The two sisters were bonding and exchanging secrets threw they're not only blood, but chosen bond. They always used to say that they didn't choose to be friends, but they chose to be friends.

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Let's practice descriptive writing using this picture...

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Although many times I’ve tried to describe any other memory I have as vividly as this one, I’ve always failed. It has something I still can’t get over about how unreal that city scene of New York looked like. I could say it’s because I’ve never thought I would be doing that. The moonlight was covering us softly, unlike the powerful street lights that were actually what was giving life to that night. My dad was next to me, he was giving me strength, as he had always done. That made that night even more special. I remember walking down the streets in order to get into Koreatown. And I always describe it as “get into”, because it wasn’t just walking through some streets, somehow, for me it felt like directly transporting my mind to the other city I desired to go after New York, Seoul. There was a main street and there, the stores and restaurants covered the buildings, full of signs in Korean. That covered my heart full of night life spirit. My soul felt alive there. Then, we went back to the uptown, walking thought Times Square’s street. While arriving there, I remember slowly closing my eyes, and letting the city take over me for some seconds. I let my whole person get into that moment. The wind hitting softly my face and hair, and the city sounds evolving me made a scenery full of emotions for me. I could really realize the value of that moment.

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I am a summer baby. Having my
birthday in July gives me many special memories of birthday celebrations on sunny warm days, with the aroma of flowers from my mother's garden. Pool days, green grass, the taste of frosting and chocolate cake. I wish that I could travel back in time to enjoy the moments I spent with my family. A picture is really worth  a thousand words, and its important to never take moments for granted because you don't ever know what tomorrow will bring.

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It was a year ago on a warm August day. I can still feel the marine breeze whipping my hair and the salty air of the ocean. The ambient was peacefully calmed. Silence reigned and the only sound that could be heard was the waves breaking against the rocks. While I was observing that beautiful landscape, I had a bittersweet sensation. I was happy to be there but I knew this was my last day there, it would take a whole year before returning. “Wish we could stay here forever” said suddenly my friend like expressing my thoughts aloud. As she said that, the first rays of sun emerged in the horizon, staining the sky of all shades of pink. I will never forget that moment.

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It was another Christmas in which my cousins and I went to contemplate with eagerness the cabalcade of the three wise man. I went to this village with my car and there I gather with my cousins. We were very happy because that same night the kings were going to go to our houses to bring us unbelievable gifts.
In the sorroundings there were emotion, desire and happiness. Everybody of the village was there, waiting for the unconceivable wise man.
Sometimes I wish to return to my childhood and feel again the innocence and pure happinees, without any problem in my life, only to get this sweets that the kings throwed in the cabalcade.

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Walking through New York City feels like being inside a movie. It has an original soundtrack. Vehicle's loud engine noises from every transport. People's multilingual chatter: an Arabian couple whispering in my left; a Japanese group excitingly chatting in front of me and even my own language, Catalan, being boomed by two siblings a couple of steps ahead. Occasionally, a fine melody played by a street musician, in the few places where the streets aren't as crowded. It's such a big contrast from the quietness of the early line 7 subway we had taken. The aroma is everchanging. The big chimneys emerging from the ground are constantly expelling fumes, but you get used to it in a short time. The smell is coming from the street food parades. Fry oil, charred meat and hundreds of aromatic species make up such a distinctive scent. The sun warms my face, however, the clouds will soon bring chilly air and I will have to put on my jacket. The city is grandiose; with a cloudy sky, dull skyscrapers, and imposing monuments as background. Despite it all, the most fascinating thing in view it's us, the people. The starstruck tourists, camera in hand ready to take all in before having to get back to their provenance. The busy workers, in impeccable three piece suits and formal dresses without a hair out of place. And when you get further from the epicentre, the locals; unfaced by the ecstatic rhythm of the city, meeting friends at little cafés and helping poor lost visitors.
My mother calls my name. At some point while I was daydreaming, we've arrived to our destination. The Natural History Museum is to our left and Central Park to our right. I'm here, where my favourite movies, shows and books take place. How amazing is it to experience for yourself what you've seen described so many times?

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The day began as any one. Two years ago, when averytihng was joy and friends. I could never forget the clashing colors of that wall, eventhough the image is in black and white, infront of the light blue sea. The sky and the water remained calmed and matching. It was not warm enough to bathe, but the temperature was perfect for a day like that one. For a moment, I forgot everything, the worries, the stress... I could only think about how lucky I was, spending time with my best friend, laying on the yellow and shinny sand. I did not need anything else. Wish I could go back.

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It's quite hot even though it's London. The stadium is full. 90.000 people around us screaming of exitement. 7 menon stage dancing and singing powerfully. Tears coming down from my eyes, but not of pain or sorrow. Of delight. I am very thankful to be right there at that exact moment. I find myself to be really lucky being at this huge stadium. My heart goes really fast as I cry, scream and sing, all in a mess at the same time. My cousins are next to me. We've arrived this far for them. London has been a great place to visit. But from our trip, the concert is the experience that we will always remember. The feeling of warmth and familiarity between ARMYs (Name of the fandom) is incredible. And even when we come from very diferent places, we feel like we know each other and we get comfot from the others. If I could, I would live it over again. Thanks BTS and ARMY

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It was a cold November day, the whole family had joined to celebrate this occasion. I remember walking through the doors of the restaurant and feeling the warm air. As my mom and I approached the table I could hear all of my cousins shouting and laughing. I sat next to the my funniest cousins, I can still remember laughing so hard that I could barely breath. After waiting for a while, the food finally arrived. It smelled like all of my memories of birthday parties. It was delicious. We continued laughing and eating for the rest of the night. I could smell the candles burning on top of the chocolate cake. All of the sudden all my family members started singing happy birthday to my cousin, I joined them. It's on of the best childhood memories I have.