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Crackling flames warm icy cold air. Oak logs spit and pop as they release their heat. Stars gleam cold in the night sky. Glowing embers, red eyes shine in the dark night. Steam rises from our mouths as we exhale warm moist air.
bears hibernating
wolves’ green-yellow eyes reflect
the new moon hidden
Warm fronts and cold backs we are half fire and half ice.
Copyright © Oliver Mckeithan | Year Posted 2025
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