Burning Cold Perfection

December 17, 2008
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Whipped, white, cold sand. Crags perilous and foreboding.
Gliding by with carefree demeanor. Sunshine burn, and
sunshine glimmer. Wrapped in a blanket of perfection.
Falling, more rapidly now. Hot and Cold meet, as do
Heaven and Hell, in a blissful union on the downward path
of flashy drifts and carved lives.





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