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| one wrecked angle | i keep getting told that winter is over, warmth and light are just days away. and look at me, they say, up there between granite slabs, wandering through alpine meadows. what an adventure i have ahead, and they're so jealous of me. so then, i guess i'm supposed to be thrilled with the saturated soil, grabbing my boots with a slurping sucking sound, pulling them from my feet, my thighs from my hips. taking what little i have left. | 100814 |