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.
(Damn. I flipped back to May and my self-portrait under a tree at the end of the KTR, and compared. Carrying a little more baby fat right now….)
Babyfat, ha, not sure you get to use that term in reference to yourself anymore. In any case, whatever it is I’ll help you trim it in a few weeks ;)
It’s possible your face is just a little swollen from the constant cold/rewarming cycle. That’s always my excuse. :-)
gonna go with jill’s explanation…
Insulation!It was mid-high single digits that morning, and windy (another reason to ski in the trees). FWIW.I’m working on slimming down! Intervals on the bike this morning, skiing this afternoon.
Que es muy MACHO!Hey fur-face, you competing with Grizz?Ed
That beard has to be fake …o/o
Bedrock & Paradox 
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