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The air was saturated with a woody odor. Glancing out the window, one could see the white, crystal snow. It covered not only the trees and cold earth, but also the chairs that once could have seated many. Now it was an icy fortress, taken away by nature's cold hand.
It was a pearl that glistened so delicately in the noon day sun. The wearer of the garment was quiet, observing her artist. The earring jangled a bit as she rearranged the many folds of her gown. The little earring bounce slightly, reflecting small streaks of light across the floor, like bugs escaping their hunter. The earring was like it's bearer, silent and striking and yet completely unpredictable. The woman was an image of calm serenity on the exterior, but within was a whirling of emotions, just as unpredictable as the small fragments of light skittering across the maple floor.
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