Monday, December 5, 2016

breathe, he said to himself. breathe the snowy air. feel the sanctuary of snow
in the pine trees. breathe the winter breath coming over the lake. smell the new created snow. feel the ground accumulating. breathe now.  
breathe.
 
relax if you can. you can.
not the birds huddling, fluffing, chatting 
warm community. you
can generate too. 

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