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glaciered world,
bathed within virgin
snowdrifts, ivory-carved, frosty
niche shaped from fang of felled
beast, leaving nothing to waste
save for scattered ingenuity
seeded, entombed in icy
island-hopped earth;
the slit apertures still filter
whiteouts as designed,
now as anachronism
carefully preserved
to see only
the past.
Written for NaPoWriMo Early-Bird Prompt.
Paranormal Women's Fiction, Urban Fantasy, and Fairy Tale Retellings with a Modern Twist
True tales over 50
exercising heart and mind, lest I waste away
Insight and inspiration for writers and readers
Some verses, some hues
"If you talk to God you're religious. If God talks to you, you're psychotic."
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Hephaestus’ Waste & Cosmic Rubble 