The moon seems to urge me onward, onward, and my feet fly faster and faster as the world around me sparkles silver with new frost . . . it's like being in a snowglobe, my very own little world, all of ice.
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The moon seems to urge me onward, onward, and my feet fly faster and faster as the world around me sparkles silver with new frost . . . it's like being in a snowglobe, my very own little world, all of ice.
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