A trace of snowflakes flutter down. Amidst the light, warm wind unusual. For the deepening December night. Few land softly along the long, lithe back. Of the aging, brooding beast which breathes. Slowly, heavily within the folds of darkness. Upon his nose, finds voice from the angry creak. Of a rusty hinge, protesting against the touch. Them into beautiful, meaningless life.

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