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He watched them turn and tumble
Everything slipped from his grasp

Cold
...

harsh and narrow
the noise escaped
splotches of black
the ache increase
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He watched them turn and tumble
Everything slipped from his grasp

Cold
Bone chilling cold

Then warmth came
and birds sang
The dead rot to feed the growing
and so the cycle repeats
and he grew anew

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