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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 DePace3 days ago in Fiction
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Yum! hope youve entered this into the haiku of now challenge! sweet and romantic but also witty! lovely, Kera!
They look sooo yummyyyyy!