A blanket of death covers this town like a plague. This air, this snow, this screaming winter cold. Ideas sit frozen detached from their home. Covered in dust in an attic in the barn.
Whisper and whispers. “These tools are broken. This earth is frozen.” Whisper and whispers, “Our leaders disowned us. This dirt will show us.”
The horses called out, “There’s a man in the woods with a rusted spirit and he’s walking slow. With a sled made of bones from children and wolves. And he’s never getting home cause he’s never going home.
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