Glassy and wet water in a white dress, thrashing the “I” with a thick Ick! Right in the middle. “C” curving around the “L” sharp as a sickle. Cracking with the small, brittle twisted twigs, abandoned by the bare breast; solidifying around a hiss, smoke swishing drops in the quiet snow….

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