It was going to be a cold bright night and as it began to snow, the frost sprite grasped the light post and danced and danced. Round she spun snow clinging to her form until har arms were bright and her dress was bright and she shone like icy candyfloss above the ground and she allowed the flurrying to take her from tree to tree, from post to post, dancing with the snowflakes until at last she rested on a drift and fell asleep under a deep blanket of fresh snow to dream of her lover.
It was going to be a cold bright night and as it began to snow, the frost sprite grasped the light post and danced and danced. Round she spun snow clinging to her form until har arms were bright and her dress was bright and she shone like icy candyfloss above the ground and she allowed the flurrying to take her from tree to tree, from post to post, dancing with the snowflakes until at last she rested on a drift and fell asleep under a deep blanket of fresh snow to dream of her lover.
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Most excellent! A magical mood captured here, Oonah.
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