Pefrect WhiteThe frost lies like a thin layer of film over the naked ground, turning everything to crystal. The skeletal trees, stripped bare of their leaves in winter’s harsh weather, dance a solemn waltz in the early morning breeze. As the sun rises over the frost-speckled hill the acres of crystal flash a myriad of rainbow colours, like the sparkle on the surface of the sea. But the harsh ground is not as placid as the sea - and at six am, no-one braves the wilderness of the outside world, and this picture perfect scene remains untarnished by human contact.Pefrect White
In that dreamlike state between sleep and reality, a figure rises from its bed; tak
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