HKnuclear/winter dragon blues
The cold air is quiet and still, ice shavings, the first of winter, imperceptible except in moments, one at a time burn themselves on my breath.
I am a dragon, I am a bear.
Do they get sad too?
Curled in a cave hiding from man?
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