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Bathing in the Winter Sun

Wind brings a gust of icy chills blowing freely in open fields and barren trees, brisk and cold temperatures freeze the spirit but not once deters the soul sequestered and hidden from the rays of the sun; but no creature can hide forever momentary madness calls them to the light, and in the piled leaves creatures flutter rustling and scratching the frozen earth to nestle deep into the bath of crackled crunch; a susurrate cry rises in the embracing warm of faint faded rays to bathe in the winter sun.

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