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I feel like I could dance with this word all day, sharing my work in progress ❤️

Good morning, Frost. I see you’ve etched the window panes, spread around the edges like a picture frame.

I wasn’t expecting you, Frost. I would have steeped some tea, kept the weighty wool that comforts me.

Are you here with a message, Frost? I turn my ear to the frigid breeze, and hear your whisper: now everybody freeze.

I will heed your wisdom, Frost; press pause for distillation. Before we bloom we need crystallization.

I’ve seen your magic, Frost; with buried ice you heave soil through the surface. Unearthing our hoary beliefs is part of your noble purpose.

I send you gratitude, Frost; for your quiet alchemy. You still us before the spring is revelatory.

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