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Winter came that night. The winds foretold of more than tarnished dreams. A somnolent silence and she knew of things unseen.
They’d walked rooms, shared breath and art, bathed in ephemeral time. She’d shed her skin of soundless scars and revealed of opulent trysts with ruination. He’d become a flint igniting dreams as conversations fell to laughter. Commodities lost to distance and distrust.
She hung glass globes and trinkets, decorating a tree in its dying stage. The boughs hung heavy like the loss in her heart. The noisy silence almost too much to bear on another Christmas Eve.
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