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sovay ([personal profile] sovay) wrote2007-12-21 07:13 pm

While the light is slowly dying

I love this dark and brightness. The air freezes on the skin, smokes in speaking. The snow glazes like white steel underfoot. I can smell pine needles and blood oranges; I will light a fire before midnight. Hold on to the sun.

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