Lit up the wishing well. Lit up the house. Lit up the trees. Christmas has begun, said the healer next door. A north star to wish upon has been lit.

Wished to the wishing well. To frozen earth in the wishing well. To roots of plants that come spring will bloom wishes.

He built her a place for her wishes. He said light it up. We lit it up. The sky of ice jumped with pink salmon between black antler trees. The wishing well lit up by the sky gone dark.

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