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... he winter wonderland twinkled in her eyes like stars as she remembered her first steps into the pale world.
Held in her arms, much like many of the Angels who too awakened in that wonderful garden, were fluffy chunks taken from their cocoon.
“There were no adults to teach or guide us. We were free in the fullest sense. Just born into a world and left to survive. But the fruits in that garden were bountiful. The trees provided for us. Thinking about it now: we were just li ...
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