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THE NIGHTTIME IS..
SO COLD..
SO CRISP..
FROST COVERING THE HEARTH.
GLISTENED BY THE MOONS RAYS,
LIKE CRYSTAL SHARDS OF GLASS.
A BREATHLESS WHITENESS GLITTERS...
IN THE WINTER NIGHT.
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A WINTERS NIGHT
A WINTERS NIGHT
