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Sometimes, I think that I'm in a snowglobe, shaking and shivering away. Feet are numb, lips are blue, and I'm frozen in place. Then the pale giant's hands come and shake, shake, shake me up. Snowflakes fly and little me shivers even more.

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Nov 18, 2014

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Tags: #girl #winter #me #snow #little #giant

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