Cold
A ripple for every moment

Frigid sky scattered here and there. Shadows watch mountains who are not easily scared. Snowflakes fall as time stands still, while sun's warmth trembles under the treacherous chill. Depths run thin as the ice grows, and blue meets white in the blue shallow. Everything covered perfectly in a blanket, one that is cold and doesn't need to fake it.

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I Want To Fly Away

May 16th, 2006

Fuzzy, fuzzy was a bear; fuzzy, fuzzy had no hair; fuzzy, fuzzy wasn't fuzzy was he? I remember that little riddle from biology and the question it posed, was fuzzy really a bear? No, he wasn't. He.....

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