winterherself-blog

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[As she hears the words in her mind, Winter looks up with a smile and the flowers still held close to her face. Her head inclines slowly, strangely fascinated. She’s seen enough spirits in her time but it’s always a delight to encounter a new one.]

There’s no need to worry about my privacy. [As if to illustrate, she sets the flowers in the basket and steps closer to the tree, reaching up and holding her hand out.] I’m Winter.

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[It’s a strange thing for the season of winter to be surrounded by beautiful flowers but here she is, stooped down with a basket on her arm yet every flower she picks is dry and dead. Regardless, she treats them as if they are the most beautiful ones and every now and again she brings one up to her nose and breathes it in with a soft smile, her eyes downcast.]

I know you’re there, you know.

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+ blodaux

[It’s a strange thing for the season of winter to be surrounded by beautiful flowers but here she is, stooped down with a basket on her arm yet every flower she picks is dry and dead. Regardless, she treats them as if they are the most beautiful ones and every now and again she brings one up to her nose and breathes it in with a soft smile, her eyes downcast.]

I know you’re there, you know.

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i see the winter, she’s crawling up the lawn i feel her breathing beneath my palms                                               she tears the trees down while curses roll from her tongue                                                                                       got eyes like anvils and storms for lungs

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[winterherself-blog]

i see the winter, she's crawling up the lawn i feel her breathing beneath my palms                                               she tears the trees down while curses roll from her tongue                                                                                       got eyes like anvils and storms for lungs

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