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Dozing Season
Falling, dropping, leaving changing exfoliating winter slumber. The brisk cool scent of hibernation, Falling. The sweet green memory of the last few restless Summer nights. The cushy warmth lets out a throaty bear yawn, as it wanes from the air. The chill, steel blue crescent carries in mischievous shivers, that tumble and somersault up bones and playfully slide down unwitting vertebrae. Falling deeper. Glinting diamond dust blankets loft from high. To coat a bed of frosted hard crusted earth. Restful pillow drifts beckon. Sleep. |