20 degrees (F) this morning walking to the hospital.
6.5 lbs, for both.
Boots, climbing wires, kicker skins, snow; on that way.
I dream of a hard and brutal mysticism in which the naked self merges with a non-human world and yet somehow survives still intact, individual, separate. Paradox and bedrock.
20 degrees (F) this morning walking to the hospital.
Yar!
Time to buy an iron and partake in another ritual, the first waxing of the season (if you get out as much as me it will be the only waxing).
Happy fifth.Picture link for you http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y-ZVP7Kerbg/SQC-y7QIJbI/AAAAAAAAAJM/huQg5fi7CE8/s1600-h/2009DancingWithStars.jpg
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