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Frost-Bitten AngelNobody knows where she fell from
Deep in the snow is where she lays
White as a snowflake
she sheds a tear
No one's around
No, Not even here
It creeps from her body
Red like a rose
It gives the snow color
It shows where she goes
Her soul has moved on
Her footprints diminish
Now she's at peace
and she's finally finished
The TypewriterThe Typewriter
It began and ended with a word.
Not a particularly strong or powerful word, but a word that changed everything. It wasn't too long or difficult to spell. It wasn't uncommon either. In fact, it was a perfectly ordinary word, but, I suppose, its commonplace origin is what made it so special.
I loved that word.
But the word doesn't mean much without the story along with it and I was always one for telling good stories.
I ignored the call from the other room and remained seated. That tone wasn't unfamiliar. Taking a bite from my toast, I waited for him to call again. It wouldn't be more than ten—
"Sammy! Come q
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