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Tuesday, December 19, 2006

haiku 

knife edge air, bright stars
winter's no joke in these plains
heater is so slow

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Greetings from the cold - heavy wet and frigid cold that hits and runs 360 degrees around and into and through you - Northwest. And stars? They may shine in the knife-edged Rocky Mountain night but are here gone away high, so high above this massively thick canopy of ccccold.

Thus sometimes hath the brightest day a cloud;
And after summer evermore succeeds
Barren winter, with his wrathful nipping cold:
So cares and joys abound, as seasons fleet.
Wm. Shakespeare (Henry VI, part 2)

So - Seasons' Greetings!
 
absent friend, to hear
from you! Greetings warms cold toes.
thanks, ones and zeroes.
 
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