Sun shining brightly on a landscape of snow.


The Sun shines strangely, Beams too bright and too fleeting, Chasing out the cold Wind swirls listlessly, Inspired to blow, then stops,

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Bl(i)nk by Calamus

It glared at her. Blinked incessantly. Taunted, teased her. What are you going to do? it whispered. She lifted a finger to—