Fire, Snow and Blood.

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Fire, Snow and Blood.

She was fire, snow and blood. Red locks that flickered in a fanning breeze. Skin smoother than winters first ice that even the sun refused to besmirch, and lips that the mere words of men fail to encapsulate. Thats how I try to remember her. Smiling, loving me. In a sun kissed meadow. The long green grass blowing upon the slight incline, looking as though it was made from the softest of cloths, stretched upon a great treasure, hiding it from the prying hands of greed. A universe built just for two, us two. But instead I remember fire, snow and blood. The crumpled engine block smoldering beneath black smoke. Snow falling as it had th