The glade where a mere three weeks ago children had been playing was now a sheet of green ice. Isabella moved slowly over the slick glade.
Saturday, December 19, 2009
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The glade where a mere three weeks ago children had been playing was now a sheet of green ice. Isabella moved slowly over the slick glade.
Posted by Tempest Nightingale LeTrope at 3:49 AM
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