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A face masked in blue,
and partitioned by the shadows of
midnight-
on hands and knees atop the crust of
winter,
warm breath was spewed into the
starlight,
there to mingle with the moon,
full and reflective and stern-
tears descended like lost raindrops
and burrowed into the snow-
all the caterpillar wants is
change,
the warmth of comfort,
and the peace of certainty and
understanding-
it is there, wrapped tightly beneath
unfurled wings*

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