I remember my day of creation, white swirling flakes, squealing laughter, mitten covered hands bringing life. Smells of hot chocolate and cookies as pictures were taken for a photo album yet to be.That night my charcoal eyes stood sentry as snow continued to fall, my two stick arms precarious, hanging on as the wind rattled the window panes off behind my back. The next day brought blue skies, spring's first divine rays of sun beating down upon the felt hat perched on my head.
Soon I would be just another memory of a day spent playing in the snow.
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