at Harmony with Wind Chills


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The symmetry with what was and what will be.

Nothing, but a mere, breathless walk with sub-zero destiny.

Blasphemy, I say!

Not unlike the days of old…

With nights, as somber as, coal.

And, threadbare woolen socks pinned above a pot belly stove.

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