Icicles hang like fangs. Teeth. Slippery daggers. Arrows. Temporary weaponry. Transparent truths. Beside them limbs sag from snow's load. All of this quiet. All of this gone tomorrow?
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Icicles hang like fangs. Teeth. Slippery daggers. Arrows. Temporary weaponry. Transparent truths. Beside them limbs sag from snow's load. All of this quiet. All of this gone tomorrow?