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midnight musings
Saturday, December 11, 2010
occasionally i can catch the faint sound of wind chimes clinking together, eerily signaling the lack of movement outside. the limbs of the evergreen outside my door sag heavily with their new winter weighttonight i hunt for frozen vocals, settling on a cover of Headphones done by Atlas Sound. the world is a snapshot of still-life, save for the occasional gust of cold wind that stirs apparitions of flurries dancing across the landscape, illuminated by a solitary pool of light from the street lamps. my fingers itch for the camera or the wild abandon to commit the first snow angel upon this freshly fallen canvas.
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Keeper of Bees
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