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She sits there, struggling to maneuver her thoughts.
Scents of Vanilla warm sugar was still stimulating the air, and raindrops sounded off the change of day gently on the rocks outside
The window had been the whole purpose of this day.
Watching clouds emerge fallen water from the force of wind,
in all the acts of nature just brisking through that window...

Alive again. The earth is.

Winter has finally interrupted and still graces her every year with memories of her long forgotten child-hood.
Thoughts were just thoughts--they were well and remembered easily as they came and went,
but feelings seemed to slip further away with every last age.

~Winter will remain a young girl as I will grow older than the world,
the dying race of humans not touching the pure face of the earth.~


Nice descriptions


very nicely written

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