Hard work: here, and there.
Time is of the essence and in short supply. It's not a sob story or a saga. Just reality.
The snow came. For a short time it gave me sanctuary.
In the night, before sleep i am reading of cold, far off places. Kiss or kill: by Mark Twight, and now End of the Earth by Peter Mathiessen. All to soon, if Daisy doesnt wake us convulsing with vomit in the dark hours, the hours that should be occupied purely by dreams, the weak sun fights to break night's hold on the land.
Hope is born anew.
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