the fiction and poetry of sarah hina
I only wish the iron was harder than diamond, Sarah, the air may scratch a bit but when it cuts...Maybe we all should switch our imagery early to summer...three bitter cold days is about all the winter I want.
Those last couple of lines are breathtaking.
Mark, I was putting up with winter just fine until this week. The nerve of this season. Hmph. Charles, thank you, my friend!
And oxygen is nothingto the white walkersheading to Iron throneWinter is coming!
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