The snow was so beautiful, a little girl while her mother was sleeping down below in the courtyard of the house where he lived before.
Barefoot jumped into those inches soft and cool, everything was silent, she was alone and all that immaculate whiteness, his footsteps were the first, his feet were purple from the cold, frozen but prevalicavano eyes on that feeling, the moon lit up everything and she watched as her hands they were so white in that light.
branches heavy with staggered under the weight of whiteness.
Snow, was not the first violta he saw her, but did not remember so shiny you can resume immediately at hand.
She was glad, she was a queen, small but reliable enough to be the only, only at that moment he walked for the first time on that soft mantle.
A feeling of comfort, power and control that he had never felt in the handful of years as a child silly and shy.
also swore that he saw un'uccellino fly away, break into the landscape of branches, shortly after he saw the small triangular footprints that abruptly interrupted.
Now she was alone no more pain, No more troubles and hardships, only the white expanse that had become his little kingdom and hidden ...
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