The drifting mists knew nothing of human folly. Bleak and vast, frost-kissed maples blazed across a thousand mountains, burning bright, yet silent. Again and again, It tried to trap the crimson leaves in ink, and lock old dreams within. Yet waking in the night, It found the ink still wet and the frost maples beyond the window, drained of color.
Elegant
447
Fresh
99
Sweet
126
Sexy
160
Cool
893
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