Frames come to life slow,
Silent motions tell a tale,
Magic in stillness.
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Murali
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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)
well done
Oh wow, I had no idea so much work went into it. Salute to them!
One word will cover it. Perfect.