The Snow of Red and White
It was a beautiful bright and sunny day. Mommy’s hair was rustling through the wind and her arms quiver from the chills it brought. Two creatures were talking underneath my siblings and I, but we couldn’t understand what they were saying. One day I was plucked from my mother’s hold along with a couple of my siblings. It hurts as if a bird’s talons had pierced my head. We all cried along with my mother, the smell of our screams and tears of pain echoed through death ears. Only the wind blew and mother bid us farewell. We don’t know where we are, I didn’t know where I was. We were moved from one scenery to another and I was handled by the creature’s hands and bathed in what resembles the tears of the sky. It was so loud, I thought it was crying too. Eventually my siblings and I was placed onto display in a boat and settled on a flat surface. The room was eerie dark and this suspicious figure much like a crow’s presence entered the area. I c
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