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Posted: Sun Jan 25, 2015 8:40 pm
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Posted: Sun Jan 25, 2015 9:23 pm
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Posted: Mon Jan 26, 2015 6:03 pm
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The Three Horn (June 22 - July 22): A great lake in the heart of the swamp is frozen over -- except at its very center.
It looked like an eye. The frozen ring laying beneath a thin sheet of perfectly white snow, only a couple bird prints and what might have been a foxbun's tracks marking it's crisp surface. Deep in the middle, visible from a low hill around the lake's perimiter was the dark blue 'pupil', a circular hole where the lake hadn't yet given in to winter's grasp. It's surface rippled in the slight breeze reflecting the light of the morning's sun as it came over the tree line. Some might have found the sight and thoughts that it invoked creepy or unsettling. Not so much Neither Nor as they watched, musing. It was oddly comforting, standing in the presence of the enormous eye. It was like the MotherFather was right there, watching over their children and their needs even now in the midst of winter.
Idly, Neither Nor wondered what the MotherFather saw through their icy gaze. Did they daydream as some of their children did? Or were they even awake? Was the MotherFather watching Neither Nor now? The kimeti's tail curled around the thin bare trunk of a tree behind them, feeling the texture of the bark rub comfortingly along it's sensitive length. Neither sent a silent prayer of gratitude. Yes it was cold, something Neither rarely agreed well with, but the cold would pass eventually and spring would come. The cycle would continue and even in this darkest of seasons the MotherFather was here, caring for the kin of the swamps.
(251 words. Claiming Ticket point)
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