Late night ramble 

​Down by a river with water as cold as my heart. I listened to the wind and the trees. I heard their advice. It was good and it was sound. Then I heard a voice not unlike my own. Wrapped around a vine, with eyes as dark as mine.  I spoke to the serpent whose color matched my soul. He offered his wisdom at length. He spoke cryptically, yet I knew his truth. I had my answers and I had my choice.

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