Let me paint a picture for you, with silver and white, purple and blue, green and yellow. Ruins of an old church made of stone, benches strewed on the floor; a Stained glass window still shining in the sun, a column just barely holding a part of the roof up.
Snow starts to fall through the half of the roof that is gone. The flakes fall slowly and peacefully to the ground and into the pound of clear pure rain water; Kissing each white and yellow lily surrounding the pound. You step ever so gently from the doors to the pound.
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