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brand new beginnings
can arrive like a sunrise
in endless winter
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Winterthorne
Winterthorne stood alone at the edge of the park. The beautiful snow that had surrounded him was all trampled now, from the feet of all of the children who had built him. He missed the sparkly clean snow blanket, but he was happy that so many children had come out to make him.
By Laura DePace6 days ago in Fiction
Comments (3)
Yes - love this imagery
beautiful! I really like how it talks about new starts.
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