Sharp mountains scratch the belly of Azure Sky, and she laughs crisp and fresh on our faces. Church bells ring and chatter, sharing the news--Hast du das gehört? Hast du das gehört?
The fortress is nesting down for the winter, white and stark on the mountainside. I wander through her innards on a leash, aching to fly.
Coffee tinges the purple afternoon soft and sweet.
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