Here is my writing piece that I added from The Catcher in the Rye by J.D. Salinger.
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“I live in New York, and I was thinking about the lagoon in Central Park, down near Central Park South. I was wondering if it would be frozen over when I got home, and if it was, where did the ducks go? I was wondering where the ducks went when the lagoon got all icy and frozen over. I wondered if some guy came in a truck and took them away to a zoo or something.* Or if they just flew away. Maybe even hiding somewhere, warming up with the little ducklings." As I think about the lagoon I also think of the sky how beautiful it looks with the purple-blue fade overcrossing the whole New York City. As night falls, I go back to thinking about the lagoon. Seeing the trees wave side to side. I think of the fog, slithering like a snake, trying to find its prey. As the sun rises, I think of when the snow will melt away and if the ducks come back and enjoy Central Park as they did before.
