Ramage for Snow (Emilea Wright)

Ramage for Snow


With a delicious shrug, I arose to

a morning washed with snow. My bold body

stepped inside this shy world with elation.

The fresh powder was shallow, mountains

shrouded in clouds, but luscious chocolate and

smoldering wood promised to shield me from

the souring day. For a few short, soft

moments, I saw the world’s shoulders relax, its

sighs brush old nests and bright faces, and we

slept, listening to the wind’s hushed secrets.



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