| Cold crackling morn...crusts of crisp snow caught in rock crevices...a moving wall of cloud temporarily blocks the sun...then drawing back...the curtain pulled...stage revealed...the day's dance begins...in shadowland... | |
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| Cold crackling morn...crusts of crisp snow caught in rock crevices...a moving wall of cloud temporarily blocks the sun...then drawing back...the curtain pulled...stage revealed...the day's dance begins...in shadowland... | |
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