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The mist,
like a seeding
dandelion gone mad,
spreads over the
black surface
appearing
lighter than
spider's silk
and heavier than
the baleful
droop of her
eyes.
An ominous
rumble
splits the air,
squirrels
argue over acorns
and icicles
become more
devious than
a serpent's tears.
ember golightly
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