I have no idea what happened here, it seems like some sort of exodus. As if all the little snowy ice dwellers decided that their time had come, and their lives would soon melt away, so they all decided to go out with a big bang. A ski trip into oblivion, just like human flying squirrels . But not like a w.a.s.p-ee one... more like a well deserved ticket to freedom. I woke the next morning and without any notice they up and left, taking their icy skyberg with them.
As much as I will miss them, I don't wish for their return, I'm ready to frolic in the flower blossoms, with humming bird tongues licking my cheeks.
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skybergs and humming tongue
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