The earth is a barren landscape of snow and ice, see how she moves, in pirouette, air born, graceful, she dances with her wildness, this beautiful creature, and the snow swirls in her wake. Steam rolls from her breath, and her eyes are alight with a an inner fire as she slays mythical creatures beneath striking hooves. I am blessed in this moment, that only I can see. ~E.G.
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