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##§@*:~,,, In  The  Endless  Winter  Day,  On   The ,,,~:*@§##
###§@*:~,, Crystal White  Plains... We Trudge Along ,,~:*@§###
##§@*:~,,,  The Train Tracks... Themselves Slowly   ,,,~:*@§##
###§@*:~,, Snowed Over,  In  The Still  Hours Since ,,~:*@§###
##§@*:~,,,          The Last Supply Train.          ,,,~:*@§##
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##§@*:~,,,     Bell-Like Sounds Of The Blinding     ,,,~:*@§##
###§@*:~,, Ground.  Rifles Attached To  Our  Wrist, ,,~:*@§###
##§@*:~,,, Sharing  In  Our  Bloodstream. My Husky, ,,,~:*@§##
###§@*:~,,      My Warm-Coffee-In-Cold-Snow...      ,,~:*@§###
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###§@*:~,, The  First  Five  Shots  You  Can  Spend ,,~:*@§###
##§@*:~,,, Indiscriminately,  They Hurt But Deal No ,,,~:*@§##
###§@*:~,, Long  Time  Damage To  The Shooter.  The ,,~:*@§###
##§@*:~,,, Next Five  You  Must Spend Wisely,  They ,,,~:*@§##
###§@*:~,, Will Take  Days To Heal.  The Final Five ,,~:*@§###
##§@*:~,,, You    Must   Not    Spend    At    All. ,,,~:*@§##
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##§@*:~,,, Weeks Earlier, In  The Weak Autumn Dawn, ,,,~:*@§##
###§@*:~,, In  The Blue-Gray  Fog...  Something  Is ,,~:*@§###
##§@*:~,,, Burning   With  A  Deep  Crimson  Flame, ,,,~:*@§##
###§@*:~,,       Untameable By Water Or Wind.       ,,~:*@§###
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