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Author: Bentleebitter cold's the night sky for miles through the crispy cold you can see with the naked eyes. . . . white iced breath clings to the danced air. . . . slowly in formation a timed masterpiece unveils itself one shiny crystal at a time creating no two alike. . . . at times afixed with granite strength, remaining it's entire life, an ever changing infinite canvas of geographical inspiration. . . . . . ~
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Posted: Sat Aug 29, 2009 9:06 AM CST