Wasteland, deep cold surrounds me.
Wandering lost in deep desolation, searching
nothing is solid, nothing truly exists
The brightest sun glitters off the snow
The bluest blue overhead as my breath clouds before me
Scanning the horizon, finding the edge of white against blue.
In this stillness,
I find I am deeply alone.

Though, unseen
if I only had ears to listen
the sniffle and twitch of mousy noses
the scurry of feet deep in the soil
the fluff of feathers warming rooks
the bubble of the brooks
the crackle of the snow warmed.
Alone in the cold,



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