On the Horizon It was, like many that came before it, a cold, crisp, and quiet december morning. The few remaining birds fluttered about in the tree branches above the sidewalks I now traversed, searching for those few elusive morsels of food in the dead winter air. All about me there was no sign of human activity, anywhere. The lights from the buildings all around, darkened as their masters clung to those few remaining hours of blissful sleep, their hearts and souls adrift in the aether. The hard, unrelenting pavement below me glistened with the telltale signs of new ice. In the distance, a pair oOn the Horizon
HA-HARR!
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