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hunched back, towering shadow 12 feet tall and loping through snow is this beast, wild, in my imagination? or is it reality as true as the frostbite that threatens to take my nose? I never believed, I come from skeptics but then as a fat man, I never had faith that I'd lose enough weight to carry myself through the Himalayas THAT is more amazing to me than a creature of legend dragging its mid-day meal back to its cozy cave in frost-covered mountains it stops, stands, regards me one brute arm holding to its **** white steam blowing, locomotive from its nose mouth opens as if to roar and I... wave it tilts its head, closes its mouth and with a shrug leaps off through the snow stiffening mountain sheep flailing along behind like a pull-toy I say, more to myself than anyone: Yeti, your secret is safe with me No one back home would ever believe. 2/17/15
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Feb 17, 2015
Feb 17, 2015 at 8:54 AM UTC
Fat Tuesday Remembrance of the Yeti
hunched back, towering shadow 12 feet tall and loping through snow is this beast, wild, in my imagination? or is it reality as true as the frostbite that threatens to take my nose? I never believed, I come from skeptics but then as a fat man, I never had faith that I'd lose enough weight to carry myself through the Himalayas THAT is more amazing to me than a creature of legend dragging its mid-day meal back to its cozy cave in frost-covered mountains it stops, stands, regards me one brute arm holding to its **** white steam blowing, locomotive from its nose mouth opens as if to roar and I... wave it tilts its head, closes its mouth and with a shrug leaps off through the snow stiffening mountain sheep flailing along behind like a pull-toy I say, more to myself than anyone: Yeti, your secret is safe with me No one back home would ever believe. 2/17/15
from a dream I had, watching the snow fall in Philadelphia.
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Feb 17, 2015
Feb 17, 2015 at 8:54 AM UTC
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