posted on Wednesday, November 09, 2005 2:52 PM by Michael Sarver

A frigid hue...

Winter usually means wandering through dream. Lately, these dreams have been the culmination of portents and desires. I have stepped through fears and fantasies.

I can either rot through these cold months or brave my chilled will and keep forging a soul...
Or I can waste away comfortably in sleep.

I've chosen the path of fire and stone and I will come out of these cold months remade in my own image.

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