[Clara shivers and wraps her arms around herself as suddenly the snow begins to fall from the sky. It's nice now that she's not ill, to be able to inhale the chill air into lungs and exhale it. It's cleansing.
The snow catches in her hair and on her nose and eyelashes and she grins. She can't help it. It reminds her of when it used to snow a little back home in Blackpool. Her dad used to take her outside and put her on his shoulders and tell her to catch as many snowflakes in her hands as he darted around the yard. Then mum would make them hot cocoa and they'd all curl up under a blanket as she read them a story.
She walks down the hill before dropping onto her back into the snow. One hand extends to the sky, palm up, letting the snowflakes drift onto her skin. The cold doesn't bother her. She just watches the sky with a grin on her face.]
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The snow catches in her hair and on her nose and eyelashes and she grins. She can't help it. It reminds her of when it used to snow a little back home in Blackpool. Her dad used to take her outside and put her on his shoulders and tell her to catch as many snowflakes in her hands as he darted around the yard. Then mum would make them hot cocoa and they'd all curl up under a blanket as she read them a story.
She walks down the hill before dropping onto her back into the snow. One hand extends to the sky, palm up, letting the snowflakes drift onto her skin. The cold doesn't bother her. She just watches the sky with a grin on her face.]