Krystle Vermes


The whitest snow she had ever seen continued to fall outside the window. It blanketed everything it touched, creating almost an apocalyptic scene as they watched from inside of the cabin. “How are we going to get out of here?” she asked him, slightly more than an hour since the last time she had brought it up…

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