WALT: use descriptive language
The sky softened as the first glimpses of winter crept through. The glow of the bonfire lit up
Frank’s face, his shaggy grey beard swayed in the morning wind like a thousand kite’s. His travels were almost concluded and his village would soon be saved, he trudged through the scorched wasteland in search for the scarce source called “water” just as Frank felt death upon his shoulders, he saw a quick flowing stream, “Were saved!” he screamed in joy. 
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