we meet in dreamland
blue eyes, a beautiful soul
encompasses me
About the Creator
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 DePaceabout 22 hours ago in Fiction
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