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The snow was crisp and white, exactly how everyone always describes it. She was out of words to explain what it was like to look out on the vista she had seen just yesterday now cloaked in glimmering white. Majestic. Maybe.
By Bridget Grace on 12.16.2019
I’m a Queen, I’m quite majestic. Kiss my pointy, shiny shoes and my jeweled fingers and drape around my neck strings of pearls.
By Vic on 12.16.2019
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