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Miffed moor hens dip slip on stillborn lake stumbling skaters hot chasing early squirm of an icy worm only to pitiful peck naught but mirrored beaks...
I watch you brink trembled tingling hackles raised in contemplation of abyss I smell you terror scented as frozen slime, crawl frigid limbs in lofty...