With winter in full swing, she called my name...
Snow swaddled the earth like a mother would her infant child.
The rivers swallowed the earth as the water continued to rise higher and higher.
It was winter, yet the sun still glared at me from the sky.
The moon winked at me from the clouds above.
The wind sang through the window panes.
The warm fires within the furnace screamed.
Even the rain danced around within the season.
And yet the beautiful effects of winter came to an end, as ancient time crept over her.
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