A pale storm
hiding in the long grass a wave of whispers unrelenting bone drenching the weight of a heavy blanket as icy fingers stroke the spine a cold snap of misery extinguish a fragile flame in the Himalayas
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hellfire
Art….. is the footprint of inner essence – James Carver
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