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Nov 2016
Pieces fall
Snowflake shapes
Each reflect differently
In its descent from Hrímfaxi's mane
For I am Nótt, scarred by shadow
A blanket of stars tattooed across my brow
Reigns of frost dangle from crescent fingertips
Guiding dreams through the night
An ode to us 3am worshippers.
Wanderer
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Wanderer  Between Midnight and 3am
(Between Midnight and 3am)   
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