She loved the snow, whether it was an untouched blanket or fresh with footsteps, thick flakes or hurrying gold sand, the crests of the small peaks or the caverns of the white mountains. She thought Jack was a prince, laying down light for mortals to walk on a small moment.
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It’s so flattering when someone writes about you! =)
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