She used to be fierce. She used to tear across the fields like wildfire, shouting and laughing. But then winter came and she was given away to a man she had never met.

She sat day after day by the window, watching the snow fall and build, feeling her fire dim into embers. Until one day she stood. She swept her cloak over her shoulders, slipped on her boots, and stepped out into the snow.

She knew that embers can still grow into a fire.

She knew that, just as snow snuffs out a fire, enough fire can melt snow.

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