Ice... cold, dark, dreary... nothing dreamy about... it at all...
The snow fell around Ashthe white rose trees, I saytrees because that is how large and towering they had grown.
Not all of them where white, there where many of different shades and colours of the rainbow, including black ones... the rarest of them all alongside the golden and silver ones who bloomed but a few each century, and whose blooms lasted a millennium before wilting to a pile of gold dust which if planted would grow a century more and produce a millennium more flowers on their wide spread branches, creating a canopy of beauty that only the wildest of creatures dared to visit at any hour they pleased.
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Aléatoire................. if u bothered to count you will see that ther where 17 full stops, funny how they say full when it's just a dot that ends a sentence; I wish I had more time, but oh well we must use the time we have to the fullest of our capabilit...
