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Post by Alex on Jun 19, 2009 11:58:23 GMT -8
The sun shines bleakly on the ice covered blades of coarse tundra-grass that carpets the mountain sides. Wind rustles them like brittle chimes on the earth. Down the mountain deep blue colours the water. Icebergs grow like trees up from it, twisting with transparent stalactites. The mountain just up from the water like a tooth. In the summer, it blossoms with pink and yellow, but now it lays bare with only the grass to guard it. The wind is the only thing that moves.
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