The cold has teeth, it nips at my skin. The heat is gone, flown south with the birds. The river murmers by, ice all around. The light is silver, the moon smiles. The river flows on, I dance on the water.
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River_of_Winter River_of_Winter Aug 21, 2014 04:40PM
@Paintedlotus I haven't got one... The cover o my story BreakingBullets is a bullet.
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