The ice girl escaped the frozen wastes of Winter's Pole, her blueglass eyes glittering, her hooves trailing frost where she fled.
Great lumbering yeti pursued her across the Autumn Hills, where flocks of ravens stirred fallen leaves to obscure her trail.
In the Meadows of Spring, a boy made of straw was stringing his guitar when he saw her parting the grass. He fell in love and she wove her melting hands into his dry heat.
Their kiss pulled the…
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