She came from the south. He came from the sticks. Somehow, they made all this from pixels and love.
Monday, March 03, 2008
The way to the river was covered with ice and snow. Impassible, just about. It's a good thing there was a rail. The water below was ice ridden. Nothing moved, save the soft snow floating into the ground, rising against the sky.
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