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Snow and sky mirrored one another, stark whites and shadow blacks meeting and melding like the finger-paints of a sullen god. The only line separating their reality was the mist-shrouded darkness of majestic pine robed in ice – two rows of their solemn silence divided by a pristine strip of diamond-white snow. A narrow path between absolutes.

At the end of that path, the frozen air obscured the form of a man standing alone.



on 2011-12-29 12:10 pm (UTC)
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Damn, Alyssa. Luck you- I've been agonising for half an hour over trying to avoid starting the first AND second opening paragraphs of my novel with the word "I'd." And I'm still not at a better solution. Pretty and striking descriptives like this one just elude me. :)

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