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#23, Year of the Typewriter | February 22, 2018

I saw the first snowdrops on February 5th of this year.

 

This week I saw them under snow.

 

10 cm deep

 

A walk is noisy now. Crunching.

 

My fingers are too cold too type more than a word or two.

 

Today I fell twice on the ice. My landing was a shatter.

 

I should be walking slower, shorter, but the blank path pulls me.

 

Like how the blank page pulls me.

 

I don’t want it to end.

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