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Fir trees clutched fog like sinners gripping prayer. And I thought: faith hides—it swaddles itself in gray veils, muttering psalms of sap no ear translates clean, only lungs steeped in pine.
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This caption hums frost threads in molten dusk hush variation 154.
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