Snow had fallen as one year ticked into the next, the hand on the clock and fireworks bursting amid clouds swollen with winter whiteness. Some had melted in the horizon skimming sunlight of the days that followed, but more fell, and more, and more. Now the sunlight shone on a world draped in a crystalline blanket, powder soft and clean, muffling the sound of her feet. 
No clipping or clopping accompanied her movement. As she drew closer to the bridge the soft sounds of Tchaikovsky wove through the air, with each step, a growing “C’thulhu fhtagn”. Any strangers wandering in … Read more at the source. via iheartsl Second Life Fashion and Community Feed | RSS Feed http://ift.tt/1xvUGCL
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