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Mar 2013
Passive creep; distant. You wonder whether they know, but don't really care. As long as they keep theirs you'll keep yours, right? Right. Maybe. For now.

Passive, helpless creep; drift near. I think I heard a window shudder. I'm sure you did. How warm is the air bleeding out the slit beneath the door?

Passive, glacial, silent creep; fill the room. A fireplace warms some body in an armchair while the snow dances. Rest your scythe against the mantel.
Kristo Frost
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Kristo Frost  The Moon
(The Moon)   
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   ---, LD Goodwin and Sarina
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