waiting to melt to puddle to pedal through to refreeze trees in the reflections of ice untrimmed like alabaster sails and erstwhile wells deeper than expected and collecting all the wishes in exchange for change said to do one good and collect all twelve while the elves advance the plot and the rest of us get caught in the cogs and bogged down with the colds we tried hard to burn off
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