“Whooops”, screamed Nita as she grabbed the wrought iron railing
just in time to save herself from stumbling on the snow beginning to freeze
rapidly outside her doorway.
The winter seemed
endless. The never ending harsh, bitter winds chilled her to the bone. She gazed longingly at the nonexistent ball of
fire hidden by constant grey skies and wished for the glorious summer days and some
sunshine.
As her black hair turned to
white, over the years she longed to move to warmer climes.
It was her love for
the mountains that won over each time and thus life continued.
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