46. Reflections Pt.1A cold wind bit at my nose and pulled at random strings of my light, blonde, curly hair with it. The moon illminated segments of the Nunavet terrain, highlighting the tips of trees and mountain tops, and the stars packed the skies in large clusters, providing a little extra light. Regardless, I could see for miles over the snow covered ground, nearly to the border of Manitoba, an area forbidden to my clan. I wondered why such a beautiful place would be forbidden to me, the more I stared at it, the more it seemed to call my name. Tommorow was my tenth birthday, but it looked as though I were almost 19. This would be the46. Reflections Pt.1
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Regards,
TiLa
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