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Wet Fire


A Story by Tammy

Ice crystals dance in time to winter's song, a dizzying display of beauty. Cries of distress howl in anguish as temperatures plunge. Naked limbs waving a final goodbye to fall, and a terse hello to winter. I look out my window, I can almost feel the chill of the rough bark; cold and alone. Like a distorted silhouette fading into the shadows. A poisoned beauty, teasing my heart.


© 2008 Tammy



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