A winter’s vision

The girl had rosy-appled cheekbones, soul-grown by those blossoming blue eyes. As she looked up at the streetlit snow, she shone amid the crowd of parade watchers. The slight smile of her small mouth made me feel as if it were mine to see, and mine alone, this time.

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