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Chasing Winter Sky
a bit of ash in his face keeps him warm
The Winter Queen
Visiting a Taoist on Taitien Mountain
Frost has traveled a thousand roads
legs spread out across the reservation
our rockets are aimed at autumn
There were only twelve raindrops, she counted them on the windshield under heavy soft skies
Tall Thing runs
Your hands are in my hair, but my heart is in your teeth
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