The salty breeze whipped at Lloyd's face as he stood on the edge of the windswept pier, his gaze was fixed on the endless horizon. Ten years had passed since he'd last seen the sun-drenched shores of his homeland, ten years since the laugh…
The sky breathes white, a feathered hush descends, As flakes like feathered angels gently bend. They weave a veil on branches etched and bare, Transforming starkness into beauty rare. Once vibrant greens and golds now sleep below, A frosty blanket…
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