It was the end of the winter, and the frost still clung to them with an icy lightness. They gleamed like a fresh moon, clothes and skin as white, as they danced together on a frozen ground. Their heart flames, fanned by the circling delight, saw their embers glow, sending burning bursts along their veins and delicately thawing spots of skin. Small buds appeared where the heat had touched, unfurling, with increasing rapidity into pastel-coloured spring blooms.
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