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[littlezen]

Last night, I was loath to take my pants off. Too many bitter winds had settled the cold down into my bones. A shower would feel good. I knew that. Imagined the hot water beating down on me, the steam rising around me. Still, I was loath to take my pants off.

The wind is bitter at five in the morning, and at six, and at eight, and still at eleven

Comments

[akirad]

This is great writing. Cold and solid like the wind.

I'd like to add you to my other journal if I may. I would have before, but I thought you'd gone awol :)

[littlezen]

Thank you. For the compliment and the add.

[gringo_in_tj]

I'm really glad you're back, I missed you a lot.

[littlezen]

Thank you. I am still not sure I have much to say but, perhaps, maybe, sometimes, and when I do have something, I will. You know?

[gringo_in_tj]

I do. And you better! I look forward to it :)