Clunk. Clunk. Clunk. Clunk my heels in to the path clawing their way like elbowing soldier limbs snaking braving unknown land into a frozen canvas fifty shades of green a thirty more of brown like monsters fully grown towers rooted on the ground a hoodie fading in the light no other soul within my sight or even a whiff stirring dewdrops on the leaves. Clunk. Clunk. Clunk. Clunk my heels in to the path barging all along as pindrop in a morgue a crack in peace in a silent dome through outlined arches thousand echoing screeches and a hundred more whispers like black spots on pale face scattered along the maze unnamed birds picking dirt and dropping, as yeast in wort lost in a winter too cold for folks to banter.
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