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It was 4am and snow had fallen silently for hours leaving a thick blanket of marshmallow skin draped over  all, and silence reigned like a wise emperor whose subjects slept without fear of Timpani. Trees were over- burdened by drift and bent like old men, they stood where their seedlings had taken root centuries  before villages crept up from the valley to squat among them, bringing chimneys and children, women and  men, and all their dreams. It was late and stillness shimmered in moon-glow and cedar musk. frozen stars, all around mounds of them as gentle winds plowed through the natural  world sweeping smoke from rooftops. As Giant owls; Their wings cupping the elemental patrolled pillows  strewn about the star chamber of all Gods...   Up where an omnipotent Love dreams on and on about giant owls and how from here, the  owls were gods, patroling the nursery of new gods. Owls were floating in warmth,  that had been crushed into something it  had never suspected, they were Owls that kept the riff raff outside the perfect moment for gods to catch some  sleep... they make it so As Owls too small too comprehend, the vast Love that loved them... even so a majesty was theirs if not a mind that could have known - and not unravel from the effort of such Understanding They were   savagely  beautiful in all their oblivious fulfillment of the creator's plan; they were Lords   wearing crowns without burden... At 4am, the mice below the frozen stars that fell overnight were in there dens  with uneasy sleep tickling their whiskers. Those mice out of sight of The Plan's Predator, unseen in the dirt  pouch under rich soil and snow, The lucky ones continued to be blessed. The gods were sleeping... and they all  loved mice... So at 4am, the mice below the frozen stars that fell overnight; they received all access to another  day on earth... they enjoyed the consequence of Love's action, for owl eyes were denied cute things to look at but  saw everything else. And beaks ... Well.... They would go wanting. At 4am, all Mice who prayed for windows never got windows at all. And the first snowflake to ever have a Red dream was later made a prophet.
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Oct 8, 2012
Oct 8, 2012 at 11:27 AM UTC
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It was 4am and snow had fallen silently for hours leaving a thick blanket of marshmallow skin draped over  all, and silence reigned like a wise emperor whose subjects slept without fear of Timpani. Trees were over- burdened by drift and bent like old men, they stood where their seedlings had taken root centuries  before villages crept up from the valley to squat among them, bringing chimneys and children, women and  men, and all their dreams. It was late and stillness shimmered in moon-glow and cedar musk. frozen stars, all around mounds of them as gentle winds plowed through the natural  world sweeping smoke from rooftops. As Giant owls; Their wings cupping the elemental patrolled pillows  strewn about the star chamber of all Gods...   Up where an omnipotent Love dreams on and on about giant owls and how from here, the  owls were gods, patroling the nursery of new gods. Owls were floating in warmth,  that had been crushed into something it  had never suspected, they were Owls that kept the riff raff outside the perfect moment for gods to catch some  sleep... they make it so As Owls too small too comprehend, the vast Love that loved them... even so a majesty was theirs if not a mind that could have known - and not unravel from the effort of such Understanding They were   savagely  beautiful in all their oblivious fulfillment of the creator's plan; they were Lords   wearing crowns without burden... At 4am, the mice below the frozen stars that fell overnight were in there dens  with uneasy sleep tickling their whiskers. Those mice out of sight of The Plan's Predator, unseen in the dirt  pouch under rich soil and snow, The lucky ones continued to be blessed. The gods were sleeping... and they all  loved mice... So at 4am, the mice below the frozen stars that fell overnight; they received all access to another  day on earth... they enjoyed the consequence of Love's action, for owl eyes were denied cute things to look at but  saw everything else. And beaks ... Well.... They would go wanting. At 4am, all Mice who prayed for windows never got windows at all. And the first snowflake to ever have a Red dream was later made a prophet.
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Oct 8, 2012
Oct 8, 2012 at 11:27 AM UTC
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