Bedrock & Paradox

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.

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-30 with ‘chill; time to go for a (short) ride.

Add.: Back with all digits intact. I’d need better stuff to make hands and feet sustainable long term, and was actually too hot in the core. Wind briefs might be a good idea, too. :( Did 6 x 30 sec intervals, with a wicked headwind as an added bonus. The Clark Fork is close to freezing solid, and the crosswinds on the pedestrian bridges were downright hazardous. Scones from Bernice’s for second breakfast.