her touch was like sunlight through the blinds, after a month of rain
the rains have passed, finally, the clouds have taken leave of their claustrophobic grasp upon the land, azure fills in this sudden absence of gray
her absence is like hoarfrost on my heart, a coating of ice so pure and biting
the trees glimmer like diamonds, ghost like afterimages as the frozen world dissipates into the golden rays, the world locked in crystallized perfection
Mike's Manic Word Depot 
Beautiful
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thank you. I’ve been daydreaming of hoarfrost and ghost apples all day.
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I really like your choice of imagery here
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thank you, hoarfrost doesn’t happen in Texas often but I remember waking to it back in Illinois. The world was so serene and beautiful
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