The snow fell from the sky, drifting softly as it did. Each flake, a pice of art work in its own. Every one was asleep, curled up in their blankets they fire from their frire place comforting them, protecting them from the unknown.
The only sound that could be heard was the soft coo of an owl, perched on a street lamp not too far away. A woman was walking down the deserted street, she looked to be about 19 or 20, she had long flowing red hair that went down to her knees, and bright green eyes. she was wearing shorts and a tank top, the cold didnt seem to bother her, in fact it looked like she enjoyed the cold. The woman was singing softly, her voice bouncing off the walls of the other houses and echoing through the city. she was walking as if in a trance, moving from side to side, like she was on a boat. a cold wind swept through the street, stiring up the snow makeing it imposible to see. but finaly when the snow has settled the woman was no where to be found but her beautiful voice could still be heard through the city, calming it , telling it to finaly rest.
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