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Snow Roses

Prolauge:

Standing still. No sound. No life. just. me. In the middle of a white silence. In my far distance there are frosted trees. Still as ice. All of a sudden, bright car headlights flash threw the trees that are near the drive way. It is the only light i’ve seen for hours. As I’m starting to think who that could be,I know who it is, my evil grandmother.

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