Images of fire and ice
I By sulphured paths green with moss pits were bubbling hissing sagas. Horses hooves in ash basalt in fumes II. In sheen of swords and warmth of ice, in fleece […]
I By sulphured paths green with moss pits were bubbling hissing sagas. Horses hooves in ash basalt in fumes II. In sheen of swords and warmth of ice, in fleece […]
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