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She is the Winter Woman. She shakes her long black hair and wolves jump out; hungry, sharp and full of feral heat, animal musk. She finds herself among predators. She commands the wind. she is the world's womb. If she found to be cold, she is not dead. You cannot touch her. you cannot hold her here. She moves along the edge of time showing her teeth. The stars want nothing but to please her. The moon hangs heavy longing for her to turn her face toward heaven -s.grana