AMULET
The river ran its way along a
ridge of sunken rock; cold petals
and frigid air. A willow, bent like a
savage intent on ravage, dropped
its weeping sorrow into a glowing
surface of what appeared to be glass.
ridge of sunken rock; cold petals
and frigid air. A willow, bent like a
savage intent on ravage, dropped
its weeping sorrow into a glowing
surface of what appeared to be glass.
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