Literature
Hope Nyo!AmeBel
Hope
Nyo!America x Nyo!Belarus
Cold snows blew in the air, the soft white color giving the place a look nothing else quite could. Hope…when you live in a frozen wasteland like this, something like hope, even the rich can’t afford. But sometimes I climb up the nearest mountains, and gaze across the icy tundra, and see a small glimpse of Alaska from the peak. And if I look long enough I see something that cold land has that we hardly ever see. Hope.
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I look out my frost covered windows, looking at the fresh snow on the green trees. It made me smile softly and