I'm miserable -
took four hours before I could type again
two layers of mittens, didn't help a bit
the wind is slowly tearing my face away
hunting for tears to freeze, a game between us
fell off my bike
downhill slide
heavy traffic
nearly died
but oh! That sweet air,
cold pure water from a glass bottle
with every waking breath,
reminding me of what we lost
when industry came to town.
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