Frost and dream are formed of the same matter. I freeze, zamarzam, and cold dissolves the diphtong, "r" and "z" chatter as teeth. Marzę, and the dream dissolves the glacial brume. Sleeping body lies frozen in the ice sheets. Marznę, I am cold, and refuse to awake. The dream holds me captive. It has its seasons.
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