-18.8° C. Watching the sea freeze yestreen -- sapphire, ultramarine, then aquamarine at sunset (where the open water is, retreating to the horizon in a Rothko swathe). The sea-stones turned into cobra-swallowing hats & silvery phalloi, glimmering in the gloaming.

-23.3° C & falling. Februatio, but the pipes have finally frozen. A Nymphe of Kokytus come to Zamhareer. Imbolc. Inside. In bird or bride. Feeding the furnaces. The mercury is dropping still. The last few coins slip from the slanted table. Steeping the remaining teabag until.

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