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melt
thin films of water painting asphaltwith spring soundsklooksh! kloompsh! klunsh!me treading carefully across aroundastrideblack reflections on the groundand remnants of wintercrunching underfootglinsch! grensch! glansch!gritstones pebblestraction against icy slicknesssweesse! schweesh! swaasse!that linger in shadecast by naked limbsleaflessthawingmeltinginto puddlesbecoming wet toes – bardo I have reserved some space on this blog each week to be creative, and
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Embarrassing & Stupid
(serialized fiction) The video faded to credits and I pulled the lid of the computer closed with that familiar magnetic click. My arm hurt. I let the aluminum rectangle slide to my left side where it caught between a fold in the blanket and my hip. I leaned back into the pillow and I’m sure
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iced windows
cold draft, I shiverand firm up my willsunrise view obscuredthrough ice on the sill sub-thirty degreesbeyond two glass panesbreach fortress of warmthamid frosted plains one finger to glassturns frost into tearsreleasing brief drops from chill winters fears raw radiant chill bracing, brisk and boldI draw shut the blindsand hide from the cold – bardo It
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squall
as the door clicked shutmy headlamp broadcast a stark beamslicing a path through the winter dark as I took my first stepsmy watch reached skyward for a signaltracking my pace across the icy walks as I started to runmy face caught the sudden rush of windsensing the winter air stirring ahead in the park as
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Cracking Woods
(serialized fiction) My watch had just chirped marking thirty minutes into my run, so it must have been about half past six in the morning. A gust of wind shoved its way through the wooded ravine. The trees responded in a wave. A roar of a hundred million rustling leaves built in crescendo puncutated by