The ice of the lake is a transparent pane of glass. A window to depths of cerulean and shadow beneath my skimmer’s skates.
I see the dragon’s skeleton in frigid gloom, its horned skull the size of a house.
I shiver not from the cold wind adjusting my sail.
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