Weather So Terrible Even Statues Refuse to be Outdoors

unnamedAnguished, she stared at the whistling wind and wet snow that tore her from her pedestal. She wondered if Spring, her true love, would return one day, and restore her to her rightful place. A single tear streamed from her hardened eye, as cold and bitter as the weather outside.

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