Climes, they heat me with deceit. The weather has been hiding secret messages in snow. Little fortunes so well hidden in the snow. Just waiting in the snow. I will meet you at an airport, a local airport. It's busy all the time. With people all in line. We'll have to meet at night. It's quieter at night. At the airport. I will meet you there. It's just a visit, a perfect visit, to the margins of the surface. Wrapped in fabrics, we'll wait patiently to see something so beautiful and it will take the breath out of our lungs.
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