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Posting from my phone.
Ice storm mostly. Windows and Skylights coated. Strange light. We are encased, like an igloo.
Big Wind. House is creaking.
The Man sleeps through it.
We are holding hands.
Soul-o has crossed a line.
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If the path before you is clear,
you are probably on
someone else's.
-Carl Jung