On Ice Ringing bells like tinkling snowflakes, glistening, shattering stone and air and hearts mid-fall

. Her blue eyes scream silver platinum, scraping metal-on-metal, shuddering, cracking glass. Over analytical, no hope to get the up and up, over and out, stuck slow slinking slowly. Empty chatter, wheezing, hissing background white noise, it covers up your shallowness well.

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