I do so love a chilly clear morning
The moon off full staring silently down
At crisping grass waving gently silvered
In the quiet before the world wakes

It never lasts
Arien running her appointed course as Tilion dallies yet again
And the books demand my attention as they ever do
Where a steaming mug awaits

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