With gentle care, he lead her inside. It was cold and it would not do to be out in the cold evening. Mist rose like smoke from the burned rose bushes in the icy rain. The stained glass windows stained the ruined garden in reds and oranges, puddles of crimson light at the base of the rose bushes.
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Date: 2006-03-20 11:08 pm (UTC)A flash of lighting. The sound of thunder echoed.