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Snow. It falls gently upon the earth, blanketing all things under a white layer of frost.
Sitting under a tree, ignoring the cold, Caitlin watches the flakes swirling down to make the coat of the winter thicker.
Why, yes, something is bothering her; among other things, the bar is too noisy, both for her ears, and for her inherited, but untrained mental sensitivity. So, the night and the cold are a good option: peace and quiet.
But we all know that peace can not last.
Sitting under a tree, ignoring the cold, Caitlin watches the flakes swirling down to make the coat of the winter thicker.
Why, yes, something is bothering her; among other things, the bar is too noisy, both for her ears, and for her inherited, but untrained mental sensitivity. So, the night and the cold are a good option: peace and quiet.
But we all know that peace can not last.