> ~Wolfspirit
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> Thanks for your response under the 'Colour Poll' stuff... I'm glad you liked it. ~soft smile~ I love to write... about just about anything (accept non fiction like reports and journalism and stuff; I'm no good at that at all). You mentioned the description of the first snowfall (which is interesting, were verging on the first -real- snofall here and now where I live.) and have given me an idea so... here goes I guess. ^_^
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> ~*~The frost had been on the feilds many mornings before that day... but the color, now, of dawn was different... the air was an increment cooler, crisper, the cold diamond hard with a fresh sharpness that surpirised every sense as one stepped out a door into the gentle wind. Everything was white... the bare, harsh shapes of the leafless trees muted and softened by the new snow. Costrasting sharply with the new palor was the shadow green of the spruce against the smooth cover of thick, white clouds that shrouded the morning sky. In the air hung a welcome quiet, the snowfall silencing the last echoes of noisy summer and autumn wind, and everything was still. More still than the standing stones and spectral cathedrals of old Europe, even more still than the phantasmal tide of clouds before a storm.
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> ~Raven~

...wow... i wish i could do description like that.... wow.