Winters dream crystals carried round and round by gentle breezes.
Drifting down from the clouds above, covering tracks on the ground below.
The covered grounds white as bone.
With kindest regards,
The Translator
Haute couture and snooty writing abounds in this quaint and creepy blog of announcements, town gossip, horrorscopes and other works regarding fictional people, beings and places.
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