She was enticed by the cold night.
Her hands began to tremble upon the brief warmth of the ice.
And the dew numbed her shell.
But flimsy fingertips would exhale a blistering hell.
I don't know what caused the pulsating heat.
Pebbles produced.
I began to follow the stop n' go roll of the beads down to her feet.
And once the sweltering drippity drops stopped.
She collected them all and made a new ice block.
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