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Complete, First published Dec 24, 2017
This is just a short story I wrote. I became inspired by a song on Spotify that's called "A Winter Song" by Capetown Parade. It doesn't have any lyrics, just a less than two minute song that just sums up winter so perfectly. This was my interpretation. I hope you enjoy, and have a good winter holiday/ break.   ❄️☃️❄️



Also I noticed after writing that the story  conveniently has exactly 365 words... take that as you will 


Hey! Just a quick authors note if you read this, I'm not putting it on mature because it's up for interpretation, but I wanted to warn you that it can be a little heavy to some readers. It isn't so heavy to elicit a Trigger Warning so I'm leaving it as is. 

~Seavy
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