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Blasts flew and shot up in the sky, bursting into fireworks of different patterns across the grey clouds, scattering the flakes. Misty fogs crept in and blurred the spotlights. Moving images of snows falling, piling up on the thick branches of trees, were flashed onto the background on the stage. Petals of lovely, white roses fell along gracefully, tapping softly on the ground, as a metallic circular swing fixed in the middle of the cloudy stage was slowly descending from the top. White fluffy-like feathers glued around flipped at their edges. A figure was sitting there, in the cage swing, leg crossed on the other, staring at the audience despite the thick milky view. Surrounded by white, dressed up in white, he was the perfect definition of an angel. "Sorry for the long wait, my honey
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