<h2><em>15 – A
</em></h2><h2><em></em></h2><h2><em>Green Avenue
</em></h2><h2><em></em></h2><h2><em>City
</em></h2><h2><em></em></h2><h2><em>December 1, 2018
</em></h2><h2><em></em></h2><h2><em>Dear John:
</em></h2><h2><em></em></h2><h2><em>I hope this letter finds you in great health and state of mind. I am writing this letter to share with you that recently our school organized Kite Festival. The students brought colorful kites and strings. The sky over the school was full of tri-color kites. I also flew a big tri-color kite and cut the strings of many other kites. An inter-house kite-flying competition was also held. Bose house students won the contest by cutting maximum number of kites. The principal awarded the winners medals and certificates. It was a wonderful day. I will cherish it for a long time! The rest is fine. Do write to me about your side also. Say hello to uncle and aunt.
</em></h2><h2><em></em></h2><h2><em>Yours affectionately,
</em></h2><h2><em></em></h2><h2><em>Jasmin</em></h2><h2><em></em></h2><h2><em>HOPE IT HELPS (◕‿◕✿)</em></h2>
Abruptly Marian saw a hand, snappy as a winged animal hook, reach uncertain and cull the white top off her head. In the meantime, another hook to coordinate drew her everything the route into the room.
