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"I do not mean to scare you, but there is winter in my bones, and when life becomes to heavy, you can hear my glaciers groan, sometimes I don't go out, because my heart has been snowed in, and it doesn't take to much, for avalanches to begin, but do not get me wrong, there's a beauty in the endless white, the ice along my lashes, helps reflect back all the light, and it's easy to find magic, skating on the frozen lakes, or in sticking out your tongue, to catch the softly falling flakes, the forest floor is freezing, but the trees are wearing coats, and I've seen the whistling wind, wearing around it's throat, so do not waste your worry, on all my blizzards and storms, I've got my own internal flame, that always keeps me warm" .-.

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