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| She woke to find star-gods falling in her lap,
or so it seemed when fading daylight curled around her hours-long reverie beneath the trees beside the stream that flows from lake to lake, its unseen future flowing to the ocean. Wild snowflakes tumble-blossomed, as they flurry-raced each other for first contact with the songbird pulse of newly feathered spring. Stumbling to her feet she gasped, then laughed, entranced at how a world can change so fast. She simply hadn�t noticed that the evening had drawn breath and given winter one more chance to play out late with friends and open feelings. Whiteness scattered sacred whispers over tree and path, swirling, floating, dancing with the stream, multi-coupling eagerly with subtle-fingered touch. Crunching home through crystallised white magic, she felt each precious kiss melt into her face and hair, crowding her with loveliness and an open invitation to taste the sky upon her tongue, to swallow tiny gods and cherish them forever in the stillness of her warmth. |
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