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Burning Cold Perfection

December 17, 2008
By Anonymous

Whipped, white, cold sand. Crags perilous and foreboding.
Gliding by with carefree demeanor. Sunshine burn, and
sunshine glimmer. Wrapped in a blanket of perfection.
Falling, more rapidly now. Hot and Cold meet, as do
Heaven and Hell, in a blissful union on the downward path
of flashy drifts and carved lives.


The author's comments:
Snow. Specifically: Lake Tahoe, Nevada. Enjoy freedom and irony. The freedom of falling. The irony in that two of the most opposite things in the world (or someplace else) can combine for the best results.

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