Standing astride the roof of the world, I stare at the vacant blue bowl of the sky. Marred by spare clouds like pillow stuffing. And as they dance across the somber sky, I wonder if you see what I see. Half...
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On a floor of fresh snow, We dance a stately waltz. As the trees look on in silence. If we can listen past the thunder of our hearts,We might hear the stars sing in silver tones.Giving time to our...