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I know winter has arrived. The nights are now frigid silent As if the very Chill compressed soundwaves. As if the very cold that crept through to my marrow, unimpeaded by however many layers I was wearing (it was two), laughing and biting my nose, burning my throat and lungs with each breath, could actually block out the noise! As if the very ice in the air had magnified the moonlight wiped away the fog and smog pollution and dust. Cold Air Filtration. ...And that's why, with weather cold enough, from high enough, looking hard enough mortals may see the light but will probably Blink.
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Dec 3, 2010
Dec 3, 2010 at 9:32 AM UTC
Late Night Poem
I know winter has arrived. The nights are now frigid silent As if the very Chill compressed soundwaves. As if the very cold that crept through to my marrow, unimpeaded by however many layers I was wearing (it was two), laughing and biting my nose, burning my throat and lungs with each breath, could actually block out the noise! As if the very ice in the air had magnified the moonlight wiped away the fog and smog pollution and dust. Cold Air Filtration. ...And that's why, with weather cold enough, from high enough, looking hard enough mortals may see the light but will probably Blink.
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Dec 3, 2010
Dec 3, 2010 at 9:32 AM UTC
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