Beth wore her red scarf today, wrapped high and stacked along her cold neck. A strong frost could never stand against her seeing the snow stick to limbs like crystals. She spun and swayed throughout the lane, which led to the tree most favored and often climbed when the Summer sun shown most high. She was safer here in a snowstorm before she was safe at home- or so she thought. Beth was often blissfully unaware, with crystals for eyes and clouds for hair...

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