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Nov 2017
Through the frigid landscape I traveled
To be greeted by luminescence, a blizzard of warmth
And a kind spirit with a silver pelt

The sun that nurtures my frozen heart
Thaws the ice that stings its cask
For I knew what its future held
Vyiirt'aan
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