The snow glistened as it landed on the frozen leaves of an apple tree. I stood there on the steps of my front porch watching this beautiful sight. I stared at the tree overweighting with now frozen snow, for two whole minutes, then I realized that my fingers were turning purple! So I dashed back inside and closed the door behind me. I approached the furnace and stood with my hands outstretched for the warmth of the fire. When I was satisfied I grabbed the wool blanket from the rocking chair, and curled up on the sofa in front of the furnace and went to sleep.
Alex Bazan
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PUBLIC DIARY
Hài hướcMy public diary is for you to read, I use code to keep my secrets secret;) make up names that you feel describes the person in code;)
