It snowed all day yesterday and well into the night. The world turned white, slowly, and it is 12 degrees this morning here by the frozen sea.
I am fireside making tracks in cloth snow.
The second day of a fast is the hardest.
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It snowed all day yesterday and well into the night. The world turned white, slowly, and it is 12 degrees this morning here by the frozen sea.
I am fireside making tracks in cloth snow.
The second day of a fast is the hardest.
If the path before you is clear,
you are probably on
someone else's.
-Carl Jung
