blanketed in a polar cold
woven by the hollow sun
the hibernating hills
dream of sultry days
and the return
of forsaken love
Feb 15, 2021
Feb 15, 2021 at 11:37 AM UTC
blanketed in a polar cold
woven by the hollow sun
the hibernating hills
dream of sultry days
and the return
of forsaken love
Drove my kids to the ski slope over the weekend. High was -5. Kids survived the cold and the 6 feet of fresh powder. Welcome to Wyoming.
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