““Celt's intentions towards her was as pure as the snowflakes that drifted to the ground to rest in the midst of winter; he knew however intentions however were like an invisible robe that no third party could see, feel, seek comfort or place trust I,n they simply adorned the bearer and provided them with warmth whilst the potential receiver simply waited in the cold, empty passageways of hope until the promises they created, transpired or were abandoned through frustration and despair.””