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When it snows...

This was the time that all the tiny children danced outside, soft like little faeries. They barely left footprints on white that covered the ground. The warm came, and melted everything away to tears. And the children, that crept around so quietly like faeries, danced away into the night, to find new white that covered the ground.



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