When winter comes the snow is glowing like an angels dress. I would like to borrow the deress but when I am trying to get it its melting away. So I have only to admire it on my way to school and cover my nose with my scarf and run away from the freezing cold. I can only dream about the angels dress.
ZX, 11 .y.o.
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