"And whilst she was sewing and looking out of the window at the snow, she pricked her finger with the needle, and three drops of blood fell upon the snow. And the red looked pretty upon the white snow, and she thought to herself, 'Would that i had a child as white as snow, as red as blood, and as black as the wood of the window frame."
Practice Presence - Part 3
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