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Oct 2017
My feet have brought me here

The lake with no bottom

The water is warm and inviting

Its surface a shield from the bitter and frigid Wind that claws at my skin

How easy it would be to succumb to the calm smooth surface

Made of fire and ice and everything nice

Instead I put on my jacket
And turn to face the Wind
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