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         <title>Sensory Details, Sound &amp; Sight </title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<p><strong>“When I want <em>real</em> quiet, I go over to Wood Island. Wood Island, she told us, is about a twenty-minute dingy trip from Seal Cove. “The few houses there are abandoned,” she said. And now there’s only a couple hermits over there, - and ghosts.”<br>“One of the ghosts, she said, is an old man who roams around in a black raincoat and a black hat; and the other is a woman and her baby who float around singing spooky songs”&nbsp; (Chapter 19, page 76-77).</strong></p>]]></description>
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         <description><![CDATA[<p><strong>“In one deserted house Cody discovered a bead necklace that was gnarled and broken. “For you,”Cody said gallantly presenting me with the tangled string and loose beads. “Maybe you can restring it?” <br>And when he put the beads in my hand, they were warm, and I felt as if other people were in the house with us, maybe they were ghosts, and I wondered what happened to them, and was this all that was left of their lives?”&nbsp; (Chapter 19, page 78).</strong></p>]]></description>
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         <title>Literary Device, Simile </title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<p><strong>“In one deserted house Cody discovered a bead necklace that was gnarled and broken. “For you,”Cody said gallantly presenting me with the tangled string and loose beads. “Maybe you can restring it?” <br>And when he put the beads in my hand, they were warm, and I felt as if other people were in the house with us, maybe they were ghosts, and I wondered what happened to them, and was this all that was left of their lives?”&nbsp; (Chapter 19, page 78).</strong></p><p><strong>Sensory Detail, Touch&nbsp;</strong></p>]]></description>
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         <description><![CDATA[<p>"We're crammed in like sardines in this car"</p><p>-pg. 258</p><p>-Henry</p>]]></description>
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         <description><![CDATA[<p>Literary Device: Personification</p><p>"The wind, howling, howling, howling! and the boat was rolling, and it got so cold, and your mother wrapped you in a blanket and put you in a dinghy--remember?" </p><p><br/></p><p><strong>-liv</strong></p>]]></description>
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         <title>Literary Device: Personification -Elliot</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<p>"Down and across Whales we've plunged. The countryside is so green and lush and inviting, but it is so hard to get used to the cars, the noise and the speed".   (chapter 68)</p>]]></description>
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         <title>Literally Device  </title>
         <author>2025chloer</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<blockquote><p>"It is so pretty here, with roses climbing up the side of the house, and lavender spreading in big clumps along the walk, and inside are tiny rooms and wee windows and miniature fireplaces"</p><p>-Wander (Chapter 72, page 243)</p></blockquote>]]></description>
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         <title>Sensory Device, Sight</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<blockquote><p>Across England we've come: past Bristol and Swindon and Reading, and now we're sitting on a bench outside Windsor Castle, which looms up behind us, a great grey stone castle. Inside, the queen is probably having tea. Across the street is McDonald's. We're eating cheeseburgers, right here outside Windsor Castle. The air is warm and heavy with anticipation. We are close to Bompie's, maybe a half hour away. I guess we are going. Now (Chapter 70, page 274)</p></blockquote><p><br></p><p>     - Shayna</p>]]></description>
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         <description><![CDATA[<p>"Everyone was asking questions a mile a minute."</p><p>(Chapter 75, page 290)</p><p>Sensory detail, touch</p><p>Saira</p>]]></description>
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         <title>Literary Device : Hyperbole (dylan)</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<p>"It seems way more than a week ago that we arrived here at Bompie's, and it seems a lifetime ago that we set sail on our first ocean shakedown" Chapter 73 Page 280 The wanderer</p><p>Literary Device : Hyperbole</p>]]></description>
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         <description><![CDATA[<p>"The one for Uncle Dock was a watercolor of Dock's "baby," The Wanderer, with Captain Dock at the bow." Literary Device : Metaphor</p><p>Chapter 76 Page 295.</p>]]></description>
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         <title>Literary Device, Personification  </title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<p>"The wind, remember? Was howling, howling, howling, and the boat was rolling and it got so cold, and your mother wrapped you in a blanket and put you in the dinghy-remember? " (Chapter 73 page 283)  </p>]]></description>
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         <title>Literary Device: Personification</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<p>"The wind, remember? The wind was howling, howling, howling, and the boat was rolling, and it got so cold, and your mother wrapped you in a blanket and put you in a dinghy-remember?"</p><p>(Chapter 73. page 283)</p><p>-Elena</p>]]></description>
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         <description><![CDATA[<p>That last one was me- Issie!</p>]]></description>
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         <description><![CDATA[<p>"Yesterday was so peculiar. I felt like I had a new body and the new body didn't know how to work very well. It was walking funny and knocking into stuff and wanting to touch the strangest things: the floor, pillows. dry towels." (Chapter 64, Page 223) Sensory Detail, Touch.</p>]]></description>
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         <title>The Wanderer Passages</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<p>"He looked different than I expected him to look, but I figured that was because his eyes and mouth were closed. What I saw was a gentle round face, very pale, with wisps of gray hair over the top of his head. He looked like an older version of Uncle Dock".</p><p>(Chapter 72, page 278)</p><p>Sensory Detail, Sight</p><p><br/></p>]]></description>
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         <title>Hyperbole</title>
         <author>2025chloer</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<blockquote><p>"When I woke up this morning, I thought maybe I landed on another planet and I was in someone else's body."</p><p>-wander (chapter 71)</p></blockquote>]]></description>
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         <title>The Wanderer Passages</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<p>"It was strange reading the ones about the car in the river, and leaping off the train tracks, and Bompie's baptism, and Bompie in the swimming hole, and Bompie at the ocean. Most of what Sophie had told us was pretty much the way he had told it to her in his letters, except for the parts about struggling in the water. He was in the water all those times, but he hadn't written about struggling in it. </p><p>Those parts had come from Sophie".</p><p>(Chapter 73, page 285)</p><p>Sensory detail, Feelings</p>]]></description>
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         <title>Literary Device: Personification -Elliot</title>
         <author>2025elliotl</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<p>"Down and across Whales we've plunged. The countryside is so green and lush and inviting, but it is so hard to get used to the cars and noise and speed". (Beginning of Chapter 68)</p>]]></description>
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         <description><![CDATA[<p>I woke up thinking i hate the sea and the sea hates me </p><p>pg:140</p>]]></description>
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         <author>2025chloer</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<blockquote><p>"At first Sophie was really intrigued by that and was asking a million questions about what kind of equipment and what sort of stuff it could find, but later she said she was't so sure she wanted to know what all was on the bottom of the sea"</p></blockquote><p>-Wander (chapter 77 page 264)</p>]]></description>
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         <title>the wanderer passage </title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<p>He looked different than I expected him to look, but I figured that was because his eyes and mouth were closed. What I saw was a gentle round face, very pale, with wisps of gray hair over the top of his head. He looked like an older version of Uncle Dock".</p><p>(Chapter 72, page 278)</p><p>Sensory Detail, Sight</p><p><br/></p>]]></description>
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         <description><![CDATA[<p>"When I woke up this morning, I thought maybe I had landed on another planet and I was in someone else's body". "This was partly because I had slept all night on the floor and partly because what greeted us when we got to Bompie's last night.</p><p><br></p><p>Chapter 71 pg. 275</p><p>Sienna</p>]]></description>
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         <title>Literary Device: Simile </title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<p>"We're crammed in like sardines in this car, and it's hard to write because Brian keeps looking over my shoulder trying to see what I'm writing." (Chapter 65 page 226)</p>]]></description>
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         <title>Hyperbole                          Chloe  page 203 </title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<p>The is no day. Its all night. </p><p>We have to yell to hear each other above the wind, but what is want to do is whisper. I want say nicer thing, but there is no time. All our <mark>time is spent fighting the wind   </mark></p><p><br/></p>]]></description>
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         <description><![CDATA[<p>"We pounded him with questions, wanting to know where Rosalie was."</p><p>(Chapter 75, page 290)</p><p>-Elena</p>]]></description>
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         <description><![CDATA[<p>The wave the wave. It blew me straight threw caves dodger witch covers the cabin and onto the deck next to the rail. I was on my back like a turtle.</p><p><br></p><p>Landon </p>]]></description>
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         <description><![CDATA[<p><strong>Women!</strong></p><p><strong>   Rosalie's gone</strong></p><p><strong>Uncle Dock came back from his walk alone and looking grim. We pounded him with questions, wanting to know where Rosalie was. "Gone," he said "Gone?" Sophie said "She can't be gone. She just go here-"</strong></p><p><strong>"Gone," Uncle Dock repeated. "Gone, gone, gone." Then everyone was asking questions a mile a minute, wanting to know where she went and why she went and if she was coming back. </strong></p><p><strong>-Eloise</strong></p><p><br/></p><p><strong>Chapter 75, page 290-291</strong></p><p>  </p>]]></description>
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         <title>literary device : hyperbole dylan</title>
         <author>2025dylanh</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<p>Chapter 75 , Oh Rosalie! page 290  "Women! Rosalie's gone! Uncle Dock came back from his walk alone and looking grim. We pounded him with questions, wanting to know where Rosalie was." </p>]]></description>
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         <title>     Lexi) The sea, the sea, the sea. It rolls and rolls and calls to me! all day long it changes color, from blue to black to gray and all the love shades in between, and I love the sea, I love the   SEA!!</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<p>(Chapter 27, Page 126)  </p>]]></description>
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         <title>Hyperbole</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<p>"As if i'm someone else watching this strange movie"  </p>]]></description>
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         <title>literary device: hyperbole </title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<p>It seems like a hundred years ago that we we're lobstering and clamming on Grand Manan and trekking around Wood island, and it seems like a hundred years ago that we ere eager to get under way, oblivious to what lay in wait for us. (chapter 56 page 227)</p>]]></description>
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         <title>Literary device: hyperbole.</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<p>All I saw was fog, fog, fog. Fog shrinks the ocean. You feel as if you are in a tiny sphere of mist and water. (chapter 19 page 93) </p>]]></description>
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         <title>Literary Device: Personification</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<p>"Oh Bompie! </p><p>I can see why he wanted to come home to his England. It's so pretty here, with roses climbing up the side of the house, and lavender spreading in big clumps along the walk, and inside are tiny rooms and wee windows and miniature fireplaces.</p><p>I had so wanted to see him alone, but instead we all clumped into the room together. </p><p>"Is he dead?" Cody asked.</p><p>"Shh," the nurse said. "No, he's not dead, but he's a little confused. Don't scare him."   </p><p>1st page on chapter 72 -Ethan</p>]]></description>
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         <title>Sensory detail: sight </title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<p>"He looked different than I expected him to look, but I figured that was because his eyes and mouth were closed. What I saw was a gentle round face, very pale, with wisps of gray hair over the top of his head. He looked like an older version of Uncle Dock." -Ethan</p>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2024-03-08 00:25:45 UTC</pubDate>
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