Biography
It was the coldest night that Bonnie could remember. The sky was an open jaw, spewing faint stars and draining the only light from the husked half-moon. The snow on the ground had acquired that painful, crusty layer of ice that rests upon the top and causes one to fall through to the softer powder below with every other step. The air was bitterly cold, the kind of cold that burned the throat and made the eyes leak. It smelled of death and emptiness.
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Summer 
Day Weather: 
Earthquake
