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© Claire Fuller
I danced through the snowflakes like the ballerina from my favorite ballet, Swan Lake. I've always loved winter especially how it tasted on my tongue, frosty, light, and clean. I looked around. Snow, brilliant white, and fresh surrounded me. The trees sparkled as though doused in diamond glitter. The lake while almost frozen solid showed bits of blue swirl as though just created with a painter's brush.
I couldn't remember where I was, how I'd gotten here, and then a voice pierced the atmosphere.
"Your daughter and all our cryogenic residents are safely tucked away until science catches up."
Yolanda Renee © 2015
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