Literature
After their first prosperous harvest, ((the cold weather started quietly settling in, the blue skies turned paler and paler as the clouds filled the view, and little white blurs began falling down on the little colony.)) Latte perked her head high and stuck her tongue out, catching a snowflake, it quickly melted, "Hmm, tastes like water!" She exclaimed, Meuphyr was standing next to her, admiring the snow coated landscape "It is water, just very very cold and frozen". At this point he finally ...
