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Into the Woods and Fog
I’ve been tangled up in a philosophical kinda-sorta feedback loop inside my own head. See, nearly two weeks before sitting down to write this post I ran a half marathon through the local wilderness. Anyone who carefully read that post may recall that I briefly alluded to a conversation I’d had with a local trail
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Apricity
One of my favourite winter words is apricity. a-PRIS-uh-tee Simply, it means the warmth of the sun in the winter. It is a poetic word, in a way. The word apricity has an ineffable quality in that it is difficult to articulate what it means to someone who has never gone for a long winter
