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Wind tinted with fiery ice lashed at the young child's hair as she leaned over cold stone. Golden corkscrew curls whipped around her cherubic face, drying crystal moisture trails. Weeping willows' long tendrils whispered ominous songs. Tears ravaged pale peach cheeks. Little fists loosened, and flowers, picked from gardens never to be seen again, dropped. Once vivid rainbow swirls scattered across marble, petals wilted, somehow darker now...duller when they touched down. "Mommy? Daddy!" No reply. In a lifeless sea of relentlessly dashed hopes, an abandoned angel wept for what had been lost. Innocence left one baby's features that day. Rules: You must write a story using exactly 100 words. The catch? Not one can be repeated.
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