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Here we have the most voted version and the other two shortlisted.
Thank you very much to all the students who have made all the effort into such a difficult task.


 The heroic city was couched in midday slumber. South wind, hot and sluggish, was smoothly blowing whitish clouds which seemed to be dissipating when rushing northwards.
On the streets of the town the only thing heard  was a strident rustle of swirling whirls of dust, rags, straw and papers which were moving from brook to brook, from corner to corner, from one side of the street to another,  flitting and chasing each other like butterflies that flock together and fly away being carried by invisible airflows.                                                                                                                                 
   Mila, 1st year Advanced Level                                                                                                                                                                                                
                                                                                                                                                                            
 The heroic city was having a nap. The warm and lazy southerly wind was pushing the whitish clouds which were torn when they run towards the north. In the streets there was no noise, only the shrill murmur from the whirls of dust, rags, straws and papers, which went from stream to stream, from sidewalk to sidewalk.      
  Estefanía, 1st year Advanced Level                                                                                                                                                                

 The city had fallen into a deep sleep that evening. The clouds were pushed and torn by a warm and lazy south wind. The silence on the streets was broken by the shrill sound of dust whirls, rags, straw and paper, which were fidging from brook to brook, curb to curb and corner to corner like butterlies flying around and which are wrapped by the air in its folds invisible.                                 
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    
  Paco, 1st year Advanced level                                                                                                                                                            

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