The Page 77 Meme
So, here is it, from my W-I-P:
Soft, cool dustings of crystalline snow shimmered in the air.
What have I done? she asked in wonder. What have I done?
It was beautiful, reflecting lamplight and candlelight. The air danced with magic, and could such magic truly be Shadows? Could anything so shimmering and bright be Dark?
Music swelled in her, music like she’d never heard, music that vibrated through her veins.
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