The last snow becomes a howling jackal on the meadow.
Cold, they say, has no #remedy
Fawns born in spring, raised on milk, fed on fear, feel winter’s parting, patient, bite.
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Cold, they say, has no #remedy
Fawns born in spring, raised on milk, fed on fear,