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Long past the hour when his clenched fists would have given out, they whoop descant to the storm.

Vistas open up through the green crenellations

The sun cuts starbursts in the needles’ verdigris, a thousand sconces of astral light. The great dinosaur plates of the trunks turn shades of orange, terra-cotta, and cinnamon.

An ice storm coats the town in a lapidary crust

Her body, draped in towel and steam, shines with need. Even the gelid air strokes her like a sex toy.