awake, let the dog out. I love the moon, so bright, there is a heavy frost, winter is clinging.dark dreams are clinging, leaving bad tastes in my brain.watching curiously from so far: what will happen next? where will my thoughts go? how about sleep??? I'll give it a whirl.
whirling dervish thoughts, colourful yes, but under that candy coating, dread. Flail the colour away, there remains only dread.
winter to spring
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this winter has been so gloriously mild. lots of greens and browns on the
landscape rather than white. when it has snowed, it's been a flaky snowfall
that...
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