Catching Clouds

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My brother had been beautiful, even with his dark blue eyes full of warmth, and his long black hair in two braids down to his shoulders, and his natural copper skin. I myself am the entire opposite of my brother. My fiery burgundy locks and a destructive explosive nature, my eyes are the dullest gray that could ever be heard of, clear and watchful as I stand alone in the log cabin. I may be making the biggest mistake of my life.....

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