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The door of the building opened, and a ripped and torn boot placed itself upon the snowy earth below, another following suit, and pretty soon, a frail body wrapped in many trenchcoats and scarves emerged from it's cave, into the snowy abyss just outside it's door. It was nighttime, and nobody was out except for the hermit.

The snow fell tenderly, like small little ghosts laying themselves down to sleep in peace forever. The heart sank inside the hermit, and she let her finger expose itself to the snow, femininely curving to allow the snow to melt on her finger and flow downward off the tip of it. She wanted to freeze icicles on her pale fingertips.

TO BE CONTINUED...