Wanting Winter

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TThe bitterness of the cold night stung her face as she walked in the city park. She strood through the park with her pale hands tucked safely in her coat pockets. Her striking features made her stand out from the glistening snow. Hair the color of a wheat field and bright eyes that were like the sparkling blue ocean. Her cheekbones popped from her pale skin and her blood stained lips made her look even more like a goddess as
her hair blew in the icy wind. Her normal attire consisted of dull tones that reflected how she felt inside.
She breathed deeply, and tried to stop the tears from releasing. She never thought that she would be alone, especially during the first snowfall since she 14. She remembered those few minutes where she first began to see the small snowflakes drift from the eggshell sky. She was amazed as a teen even thought she was older than the first time, she still was just as bewildered by a blank canvas surprise that sprinkled that town.