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[optic_martini]

Snow cascaded down upon the town of Marathon like arows on an unknowing army, slivers of silver and boned-hued quickness destined to alter the course of the lives below. It was early, much earlier than blizzards and snowdrifts usually fell upon the old-styled cobbled streets and expensive, glitzy houses. Marathon was an old-money village, more of a

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[hannamarie_says]

I never cease to fall in love with your writing.
(PS; what are you doing this winter vacation?)