Winter Waterfall (Unfinished)
The last thing I remember is the snow. There was so much snow all over, I could hardly remember what that meadow looked like in the summer time. It was frigid and chilly, but I remember thinking about how beautiful it was despite that. The waterfall was still flowing swiftly over the rocky cliff, but nearer to the edge the water was completely frozen and solid enough to walk upon had I wished to do so. Compared to the white on the ground, the trees seemed almost black in the distance and acted as a much appreciated barrier between this wonderful place and the humans just outside the woods. There, that cold night, I was protected from their destructive nature and their war.
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