"She is the kind of that gently falls on your lips like snowflakes softly falling to the ground, silent, subtle, fragile to touch, Beautiful nonetheless. She is made of winter, thunderstorm, and scars yet she possesses the gentlest of touch for the broken souls. When you meet her, you probably won't notice her, right away for hers is the beauty the whispers ever so subtly to your soul, capturing your heart and soul first before entrancing your eyes."

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