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The Shivering Sun

By Independent, Sleepy Eye, MN

She was fire, so bright and welcoming. She lured you in with the warmth of hope. She shown her light for others, but she remained blind in her dazzling glow. Her beautiful flames danced in freedom and independence. Her wrath could destroy all, but her joy was still impossible to overcome.

He was ice; so solid and hard. His cold heart froze in the bitterness of defeat. He was dangerous, darkly concealing the pain that he caused. He was a carved, glistening work of art trapped inside of himself as icicles threatened to collapse upon him. He chilled you to the bone, immobilizing the power your muscles once reined to allow you to escape from his haunting cold.

They met and the air became thick with fog and mist; for her warmth melted him, but as his ice dripped it dimmed her flames.

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