I lay under the branch of an apple tree. The snow flakes fall down and gather around the center. Moon reflects the light of day into the night. Sound seeps deep into the flakes of snow. The sky as empty as the hearts of knights. The earth as barren as a womb. The lake as dark as the night itself.

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