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i heard thunder the other night.

there is nothing better than hearing thunder and rain after winter. 

i am a summer girl. 

blonde hair, green eyes. 

i love the heat. 

i love swimming and exploring and being with friends. 

i am a summer girl.


i have a good friend. 

she's an autumn girl. 

brown hair, brown eyes. 

she likes school, history. 

her thoughts tumble like leaves onto pages, crackling and bright with color. 

she's a very good writer. 

she's an autumn girl. 


i know someone.

he's a winter boy. 

brown hair, brown eyes. 

he's cold and blunt. 

his voice cuts like the bitter wind through your jacket and into your bones. 

he's cruel. 

he's a winter boy. 


my best friend. 

he's a spring boy. 

brown hair, green eyes. 

his smile is a bright ray of sunshine. 

his kind words are the warm sun after a long winter, encouraging new growth. 

he is warmth after the cold. 

he's a spring boy. 


what season are you? 

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