FASHION/WINTER 2003                                                                                                                                                             ISSUE 5
THE WINTER PEOPLE, pg. 8

Text By Dreama
Photos By Jim
And as he spoke
His grey paws stretched outward
Toward her
His hind legs grew talons
And his silvery tail 
Exploded
Into a black feathered glory
Before her shined
Blue and sparkling
A black dove
Beneath the mirrored moon,
The Mother,
He joined the latter on her journey
For as long as it would last.
Trudging along they never see
The sky departing openly
The morning sun will never shine
For the Winter People
Who do their traveling by night.


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