The Witch Trials

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     The air is cold and sharp as I walk the familiar path that leads to my warmly lit cottage. I can see it at the top of the hill, the roof covered in the fluffy, sparkling, magic that has covered the ground all through our village. Most people want to stay indoors during this frigid weather, but not me. I love winter. Icy air and glimmering snow everywhere. I tend to wander through the woods all day sometimes, admiring the frozen waterfalls and fluffy white pine trees. My mother says I'll freeze to death, and sometimes I do catch a small cold after a week or two of winter exploring. It's worth it though. As I come up to the top of our own little hill I can smell my mothers wonderful baking wafting through the snowy air. Inside the house is warm and cozy. My mom is setting the little old wooden table in our modest kitchen as my dad shows my little brother and sister how to play a card game. The fire crackles as I help my mother finish setting the table. The stew she made warmed my stomach and when we were finished I let my cat Lucy have the last bit of broth and meat that was left. As my parents put Charlotte and William to bed I watched the light snow that had begun to fall dance around in what used to be the garden. This was the happiest I'd ever been.
"Rowen?" My moms soft voice asked from behind me. "It's time for you to go to bed, I'm sure you're exhausted from all your wandering." She smiled. I got up to give her and my father a hug before getting ready for and slipping into my soft bed, Lucy as always at my feet. I closed my eyes and drifted into a deep sleep.
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