we often put faith in something based on the past not on the present
caution, you’ve been warned if you cross that line; proceed and you’re on your own
huddled together backs turned toward winter’s wrath protected from harm
it’s almost as if nature cannot help herself; she must make beauty
with wind and with ice nature creates raw beauty we choose not to see
to be creative requires only two tools a thing and your mind
can we clarify what exactly constitutes an emergency
it seems odd to me; we buy others’ memories to replace our own
a poem a day that is the project; begun last year on this date
it would be handy having a way to measure when you’ve gone too far
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