~Snowfall 01~
The snow falls lightly and writes the words of this snowy piece of art. She was given to me by a dear friend of mine named Chegrin and as the snow falls it gives me the courage to write young Paku's journal. She has the snow about her form but I sense such a good childish innocence from this young feather... I know not how to express ... express it.The rest of the page is covered in black blood and no more words are readable except:
'I oloe r te ms o te pe, m ee ill.'((I apologize for the mess on the page, I'm feeling ill.))
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