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vinkybong
She sat on the edge of her bed looking out the only window in her room . It was cold December morning and there was snow on her window pane. From the window she could see the dead trees covered in white and everything else very still as if staring at a gloomy painting.Her face had blissful calm . Lost in an old memory she opened the letter in her hand and whispered quietly "we were infinite"