Ice Soul

Day 1: Feb 2

Ice glitters on her soul. Crystallized frost, cold and hard, encases the tenderest part. But not in imprisonment or repression, but in protection. Her soul is crisp and wet; what else would it do, to save itself, but freeze into a protective sheet?

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