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Monday, 10 August 2015. I peek through the ancient windows peering at the majestic castle hoping to see if the images of past occupants are there. It smells like old dusty bread and crumbling dirt walls. It smells like its 500 years old. I can almost see the furniture that use to be there years ago. I can hear the gusting ,ghostly ,gloomy ,whispers and howling wind. Doors creaking open and screeching ravens , acting like soldiers guarding the old rusting castle. Wednesday, 20 May 2015.CONTENT
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The black rhino has a pointed upper lip so that they can eat sharp plants. Black rhinos are getting hunted for their horns. Poachers are taking there horns and leaving the animal to die. The horn is a warning sign. If a rhino is angered it can run up to 70 km. They have very thick skin. Male Black rhinos are normally the ones that charge. Wednesday, 27 May 2015. Wednesday, 20 May 2015.
احتیاج به هوای ازاد داشتم و البته کمی تنهایی . آنهم میان این جمعیت شلوغ! گاهی نشانه هایی در زن.
I have seen many soldiers fall to the muddy ground there were mushroom clouds of fire shooting up from the ground and florescent flashes or fire burning in the Skye. There are enormous explosions erupting everywhere as the soldiers charge into the squelching mud. I can hear the spluttering coughs coming from the other trenches.
The aged, majestic castle is perched on a jagged, rocky hill with an old tattered bridge the only way to get into the stronghold. The ancient ravens circle the turrets like guards in the crisp, clear, calm sky. The castle makes me want to know its history. Who lived here? How old is it, and why has it been left alone to slowly crumble down. I wonder how long this majestic fortress will stay on its rocky perch before it is reclaimed by the land it oversees. Wednesday, 29 July 2015.