The marbled moon, a wayward teacup poured out illumination, reflected jaggedly in the frigid water below. The silence of the night was deafening and the chill of the winter wind bit sharp at any tenderness. The hibernation of most animals underway. Others, in a survival – of – the – fittest world. All stars hidden behind darkness as snow would soon blanket the land. But death would soon relent and the golden globe would rise and fill the world with light and hope. It is always darkest before the dawn. And when dawn comes, a new life begins.

 

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