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Chilling Breeze Ephemera Bits by Kakleidesigns
“A song she heard of cold that gathers
Like winter's tongue among the shadows
It rose like blackness in the sky
That on volcano's vomit rise
A Stone of ruin from burn to chill
Like black moonrise her voice fell still...”
― Robert Fanney
15 Ephemera bits in PNG-300dpi
