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…cold.
Something in this luscious dark.  There is something, undefinable.  Lost in the between, slipping between words and slept-off intentions.  Something gone, like clouds and stormy weather swirling in circles, breathing gold.  There is something palpable, and touchable, lost in clear skies that follow the darkest nights–tempests revealed in the clouds and cool breeze that pass [...]