Pt 10 - Untitled Ramblings Comments

Only when the coldness leaves the dull sun below the sky I remember the warmth and where I found myself.
On which way I didn't know but I saw the man stood as stone alone with a feral glow surrounding.
Where the tale unfolds, if indeed it started, or whether a warm haze surrounded a chilled reality for a while and lingered deliciously.
Perception can be a precocious guardian at times, at others the leader of a fool named idyll who was someone I knew once before basking in my shivery reality.
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