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champagne bubbling in the snow...sticky soft
affectionate...holding close with warm wet cold...slowly numbing...clear
thoughts swimming... down below...with waiting hope...laughing
dreams...stir the fish to dancing...beneath their crystal sky...swirling
touching friendships... around the dangling hook...ripe with empty promises...the
crow called...as it lighted in the tree...the black squirrel
jumping to the next nearby...then silence...until the breath...to be
coming after...
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