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5 january

today the marsh

had a viking

funeral - all the

trees and all

the brush floated

along in their

frozen beds of

ice. so when

you say that

winter only brings

death, you're right -

but the ice

that kills is

the ice that

carries and i

promise when it

comes time for

your burial you

will drift out

proud, victorious, a

conqueror even of

eternity

and i

with my warm

hands and aching

heart

will follow

you to valhalla

and far beyond.

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