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Aug 2018
feet cold
even in the
thickest socks

not used to
mountain weather
years in temperate climes

have softened my ability
to suffer silently
i feel ancient as  i walk
about, muttering....
too cold, too cold

the little heater
working overtime
but doing naught
mocks me with it's
white noise rattle

hot showers are great
til you have to leave
the steamy warmth

bed is the warmest place
so we, all  are in it ...
like puppies in a box

too cold, too cold
might of guessed really cold for here...been a couple of days of this artic weather....so very over it
betterdays
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betterdays  F/east coast australia
(F/east coast australia)   
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