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A Stroll During the Longest Night of the Year

mist hangs heavy in the street lamps
trapping their light
a mythical silhouette cuts
through the white, still air
I tremble, with both fear and an
increasing anticipation
of what will emerge in this
blinding emptiness
dragging the night behind it

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