Description is a hut.
Someone got the blizzard they were promised.
Description is a castle described as a hut, halfway
between hearth and her.
In the whiteout, reached, its interior expands to become both lungs.
Children imagine playing there, but
are never permitted to approach it
until it has been lined with red velvet.
Now the white sky clears to sky blue as if it were over
When her face is finished, then
I will gladly dive beneath the black ice of the frozen lake
or fall from the frozen waterfall.
The insurance company will settle.
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