School Bells Return
The bittersweet return of the ringing of bells. The talking voices of excited friends who have finally meet again. The beginning of fresh starts, improvements and growths.
The smell of old books again being used after their 3 month break. The grinding of fresh pencils. The nervous tapping of a foot. The first day that always seems long. But soon enough the whole year goes by. Now I hear the final ring of the bell.
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