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| mahayana |
it's -3 with a wind chill of -15 and yet there is still more snow to move there's nothing like the rhythmic clickity clack click clack clickity clack click clack shovels make as they glide across remnants of ice and fallen moisture click clack clickity clack click clack im lulled into thoughts as body continues its motion lost in meditation of you a mantra in the background loops movement is restricted on remote edges of lashes while tears mingle with snow petrified they have become forming into little snow globes of click clack clickity clack click clack it's -3 with a wind chill of -15 and now there is no more snow to move the process of defrosting has begun and im all alone now with thawing thoughts of you |
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