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tcepsaCold.
The kind that makes your legs go numb as you walk, run, trip as quickly as you can along in your high-heels to your car, your bus, your building, any building, any port in this storm of burning cold fury.
Outside, between shelters, the icy air flings daggers of ice that slash ineffectually at pants and coats but strike with their stinging frozen joy at fingers and eyes.
The darkness is shattered by an orange dazzle of flashes and flickers as the wind dances gracefully, fiercely around corners, lacing its tendrils between branches and dragging with it the poor, tired ice-birds that want nothing more than to flock on the cold ground and there, softly rest. The wind demands partners for this night's frigid, glittering expression, and they are powerless to escape its chill embrace.
The kind that makes your legs go numb as you walk, run, trip as quickly as you can along in your high-heels to your car, your bus, your building, any building, any port in this storm of burning cold fury.
Outside, between shelters, the icy air flings daggers of ice that slash ineffectually at pants and coats but strike with their stinging frozen joy at fingers and eyes.
The darkness is shattered by an orange dazzle of flashes and flickers as the wind dances gracefully, fiercely around corners, lacing its tendrils between branches and dragging with it the poor, tired ice-birds that want nothing more than to flock on the cold ground and there, softly rest. The wind demands partners for this night's frigid, glittering expression, and they are powerless to escape its chill embrace.
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Date: 2004-12-20 11:58 am (UTC)Liz
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Date: 2004-12-20 01:28 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-12-20 02:52 pm (UTC)Liz
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Date: 2004-12-20 07:42 pm (UTC):-P