Wintry wands, waved by nature's hand, take on a bold brown silhouette in silvery air; sometimes "eerie" is as pretty as wild summer flowers.
I am as at home in the eerie as the clear spring days, for I am my own safety, my own protector. That is how the hero is, one cannot be both a rescuer and rescued. I soothe myself. I am calm.
In the eerie scene there is a chance to learn how to silence fear and for the eyes to see better than they ever have.
Eerie is in the eye of the beholder, for when you are brave you can relax in the sea-foam blues of the air.
There is a beauty to the eerie landscape, as if in this unsettling fog a new picture has the courage to form.
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