1st December

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Everything is normal.

Same cars.

Same buildings.

Same hectic life.

Same traffic noise.

Even the trees didn't want to die.

One

Small

Thing

Changed.





The North Master decided to blow cold, chilling bones wind.





It is so cold that

My own heart

Became ice.





People say that I am losing my mind.

Why?







Because I believe that North Master exist.

But I had seen him though.

He was there.

A body as fragile as a Crystal.

A skin as pale as Snow.

His hair as smooth as the 1rst breeze of December.

Everything about him would remind of winter



Except

His smile










His smile is as warm as the first day of July.

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