Everything its name suggested,
a ridge of snow topped hills, dark chipped chocolate dusted with frosting.
Underneath, a perfect replica of itself.
To the last snowflake, in a darker, shadowed town.
Nothing was given away at the looking glass,
save a pair of ducks, and the whispering ripples in the glass water.
but under the mountain, a deep rumbling power jostled out of sight.
I thought I didn't have expectations,
but I must have been expecting something,
or the Mirror Lakes wouldn't have made oxygen catch in my throat,
and stay with me forever.
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