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Icy dream ❄️
I crave the cold wind in my lungs. I invoke it and call upon it. The icy chill is like solace from the raging fire inside me.
With each breath I am calmed, given shelter from the inferno inside. There is magic here in this forest that gleams. I feel it all around me.
Covered in crisp white like a dream. I have dreamt of paradise and not seen it till now. Soothed by the sounds of this cold wind in my hair. This gelid caress of my cheek is like a kiss from the earth.
Oh wake me from my slumber with your wintry salutation. With great reverence I am humbled by the power of this sacred place. Here is where peace lives. Here I find myself more with every step I make. Here I am home my soul wide awake.
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M. Johnson
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