Juha V H
@qtahns
Icicles gripped eaves like glass fangs, drooling melt into puddles fattened with reflections. Winter grinned through them, flashing teeth sharpened on frost’s whetstone.
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Skkak
@cssss
Would trade every Monday morning for five minutes of this.
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