Pale Daughters Part 5
Pale daughters of a certain age
are crestfallen when it snows
Still they recount the footfall
of the hardy walkers
Fog holds a certain allure
as they ponder their morality
But frost strikes at their sails
as they acknowledge their foibled hands
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