[J. Nordavind '92]
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The night is cold and brilliantly clear.
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Peak after peak of glorius ice mountains
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rose into the dome of the darkened skies.
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Jagged crystal teeth queezed between
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the depths of the jet-black fjords.
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The mountains lost their sharpness and became
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soft and blue-tinged as the great winter day.
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Which would grow on to be a dim twilight
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that glimmered slowly to life.
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Above the peaks the Polar sky flickered with
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the ghostly radiance of the northern light.
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A frozen lake discharge into an equally frozen stream.
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The cold is cruel and unforgiving like the landscape.
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Up north.
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The Northern Hemisphere
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| Carpathian Forest |
