A last melt taken through towards my track to find salmon flint, a placid, winter lair of redden pinks, in the caged ending, upwardly thrown. To an escaping hunger, often early of glaciers bounding a silent capture in the next hibernating warmth. The polar bears unease, climbing in a slow fuddle to replace the extremity of their distant to feed for a thaw.

My salvaging follow to cub my wolves, a resilient fodder for lairs nocturnal day. Our night bequeath, should lights of ending near a starry pillage, to find a hub of subterranean spring. Tomorrows salvage to a nights rehearsal began, refrain from a season locking thrust, a rewind to blizzard’s pair unspent placement.

Cubs hush exposed of a lenient nocturnal moon, laying to start and expired darkness fell, the splice of inlet, a prominent seizure of escarpment. Locked land environment nourished to a less nutritious bounty, baring solituded of an angel’s solitude aura, the departing lock, her great fall to start the winters lumbering depth, to swim, last in fleeting, days-night a capturing of salmon plenty.

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