I'm always heading somewhere. I'm a busy person. I speak fast, walk fast. I rarely sleep. I'm restless.
When most sleep I am awake, my eyes constantly moving, my thoughts always racing. There's too much to do. Too much to see and feel.
I'm graceful, that's something I pride myself on. I always make sure that what I do I do with grace and elegance no matter how fast the day's moving.
My name is Winter
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If We Could Speak
FantasyIf classical pieces could speak and were asked to tell us a little about themselves in a short paragraph what would they say?
