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Diamond Dust
Early January,
Through the holidays,
Late evening,
Clear night, brittle cold,
Common up here,
A brief walk with the dog before bed
Underfoot snow squeaks as no other sound,
The dog shivers
I shiver,
Three quarter moon rises low in the southeast,
Stocking cap, coat, boots, gloves,
I shiver again,
No wind, no sound than squeaking of boots on snow,
Just cold,
...Thursday 18th October 2018 2:37 am
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