We have been getting so much snow here; it is hard to open the door; the dog labors heavily down the stairs, which are nothing more than a slope of snow at this point
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I would take your painful mysteries, if only they would not then be known. Ah well... But you speak of shards, bodily formed of calcium and such, and it heartens me. Or should I say, spoke. Mayhap the spawn of frost-bitten whores have encased you, ageless, beyond all reach? Perhaps I am a few months too late? Perhaps your travels, in-brain, have molested your urge to communicate outwards... A painful mystery indeed. (though I feel pain only when I try to wake mine dream)
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..where did you go, lovely creature?
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