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Oh, how I love the season.. My heart jumps in glee to run around the white fluffy snow. The brisk cold air refreshens my lungs. The white sheets covering the land shows how clean it is. The only time I feel reborn... knowing who I am, my mind being clear as the chilled blue sky... imbracing the cold and feeling the death. The white is pure but not pure if it is tainted. The color of blood, smeared upon the white would make it pure no more.. the blood of tragidy.
 Lylery Lusifer · Mon Dec 20, 2010 @ 04:51pm · 0 Comments |
