days have gone by. weeks even.
there is something foreign and beautiful going on here in this home i've built on ice.
the year changed without me.
no consultation has materialized.
i am still not ready for the whirlwind.
my footing is shoddily permanent.
i wish i could still write.
wish the cold nipping at my heels would give me a break.
Friday, January 4, 2008
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