night speaks a thousand words,
clouds beat against the dawn
birth a day darkly silent
a crystal hook of moon
creeps across the nival sky
slings frigid stingers
life warps toward a bottle
and there stoppered
ponders the lengthy book of winter
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Fractal created in Apophysis
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