Lady Snow

Still laid on frozen bed; with a book clutched to her chest; and coffee ready to be sipped; the street of knowledge she threads; to her delightful dread.   She bask in the sight full of white; blown away by the mystery that puzzle men; her claws clutched to her garb, like all she ever had.   Strolling... Continue Reading →

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