My east kitchen window greets Sol's awakening with molten hues setting fire to frigid frost born in the depth of night, erupting with the dawn of sun. The power of Sol's light is fatal to frost; minutes later these ice crystals ran as liquid down from sight.
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the subject seems to have a lot of potential, but it's lacking any definable form. even with the title to give some hint, I really don't know what I'm looking at. it'd be interesting to see this from another perspective.
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