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Never forget the day she arrived. She was a sight to behold. Yes sir indeed, she was a sight . Long flowing black hair the colour of Raven feathers, caramel coloured skin, and those eyes. Those eyes...
White covered everything leaving only the faintest trace of what lay beneath. Winter had come and it was glorious. The snows had fallen heavy and deep blanketing the harshness that had been Autumns...
The rain fell lightly against the window blurring the outside world but it was bleak to begin with when you looked out. The day held no promise of the sun being able to break through, lessening the...
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