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Winterthorne
Winterthorne stood alone at the edge of the park. The beautiful snow that had surrounded him was all trampled now, from the feet of all of the children who had built him. He missed the sparkly clean snow blanket, but he was happy that so many children had come out to make him.
By Laura DePace2 days ago in Fiction
Comments (5)
Love it🥹❤️
Wonderful job 👍
This was great! Easy to understand too!
I like the format you did. Works well with this
Short and sweet. Nice!