As she slept, the cold whispered stories who painted themselves all over the windows of her home. When she rose the next morning, she stared at the images, certain that she knew them. She could almost retrieve the memory before the sun reached the window and burnt them all away, but not quite.

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(images and words copyrighted by Jennifer Shelby)
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