Lullaby

Grayest sky.  Shafts of golden light fell from behind immeasurable slabs of snowy rock that impaled the mountainside.  Ribbons of mist snagged on the peaks of the Flatirons.  Far below, through unbroken gray, an eerie orange glow pooled in the crevasses between the hills.  Beyond the vast snow meadow, pines swept up the silver mountainside, wreathed in slivers of ice.  The entire world was nothing more than an expanse of snow and silence, wind and shifting light.  And the moon, nearly full, with fierce radiance, held together the pieces of the universe

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