well, here it is. comments and corrections welcome!
Dark storm clouds gathered slowly in the sky. The dark November day would soon be night, and the dreadful day would finally be over. The worst day. Death was written all over the evening sky; the wind was strong and cold. Huddled in a corner of an old, forgotten, farmhouse was a girl. A small girl. A miserable girl. Tears streamed down her cheeks, making trails on her dirty face. In her hand she held a picture. The glass on the gold-colored frame was broken; inside was a picture of a lady and a man. They were smiling, smiling happily. The girl looked at the picture and sobbed louder. Miserable, heartbroken, sobs. She held the picture against her cold, wet cheek. The wind howled. The night came, and it became pitch black. Slowly snow began to fall. Softly at first, then harder and harder, coming in through the broken window and onto the cold body of the sleeping girl. The night went on, and slowly the little girl's breathing became less frequent, until it was almost impossible to hear. The night passed slowly, soft snow falling on the cold, shivering, little body, until the shivering slowly stopped, and the girl lay limp against the wall. The rest of the night passed, and when morning came there was nothing but a cold, lifeless, little body on the wooden floor. She held the picture close to her heart. On her, instead of the miserable, sobbing, heartbroken face, there was a faint smile on the blue lips, for she was no longer in this cold, dreadful, world, but rather in a place that no one can imagine, a place where no one is cold or sad. And up, up, in that wonderful place, that very day the the girl saw again her mother and father, with smiles on their faces close to those in the broken picture. And there, in that beautiful place, the girl spent the rest of her days, always happy, never cold or lonely, forever and ever.
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