Drama is found in the tension between heaven and earth. The bright, purity of the snow is mesmerizing, like a siren's call. The jagged lines of blue ice remind us of the snow's true nature. Beautiful things are often dangerous. Only the blackened trees, which appear as quiet shadows lift up toward the sky. They are the only signs of life after all. All else is pulled down into the frozen gorge. Even the great mountain slouches as if ready to collapse.
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