Well i've never been much of a journal keeper, thats my sisters doings, i've always been more of a srtory teller so... i think im goin to start a story. mind you im not a good story tell either but...i dont give a hoot. so any who i'll just start writing.
Air wistled through the frost bitten forest. A world of glisening white. But among the white, if you just barely looked close enough you could make something out. Something that didnt belong. I speck of sin on an innocent blanket. The being was a child, struggling to find her way home. She was small barely noticable among the strong oaks. A small trail of footprints leading around in a cirle, until a door opened in the white. A cottage buried deep in the snow bed. The cottage of the lady of the forest. Her enchanting light that incircled her being called to the little child, caling her closer and closer. Until the child was in its mothers arms once again. The sin that wasnt supposed to be there. The bastered. To the widowed mother. Hushed once again into the secret shelter of the home. The child that was never to be born. sweatdrop
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