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But for a day of gentle cold,
less harsh than this icy death which hold up captive.
I miss the green; replaced with endless gray.
Mourning Summer's passing, as the snow falls today.
Alice put her quill down and stared out the window melancholy as ever. She had never much enjoyed winter, and now that she had become more and more interested in Herbology, the wintery days seemed morose in comparison to their warm counterparts. A voice beckoned her from the front of the house, urging her to join the family for dinner. She stood, her skirt sweeping the floor as she hurried from the room, stopping only long enough to lift the cat from the rug and take him with her.
less harsh than this icy death which hold up captive.
I miss the green; replaced with endless gray.
Mourning Summer's passing, as the snow falls today.
Alice put her quill down and stared out the window melancholy as ever. She had never much enjoyed winter, and now that she had become more and more interested in Herbology, the wintery days seemed morose in comparison to their warm counterparts. A voice beckoned her from the front of the house, urging her to join the family for dinner. She stood, her skirt sweeping the floor as she hurried from the room, stopping only long enough to lift the cat from the rug and take him with her.