[The juniper steps into the stream and shivers needles and the shrivelled remains of berries into the water. Hopefully, the beat of the current will melt away the ice that has collected in her leaves against her: after a few days free and warm she isn't about to suffer it again. The cloud of detritus begins to float away from her, but fish draw towards her, lured in hopes of something to nibble in the barren stream. It's probably bitter, all of it.]
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Date: 2014-12-22 10:43 pm (UTC)