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went back to
harvest
more reeds, today the ground was
frozen solid but the air was warm
with
golden
sun
and a brilliant blue sky.
instead of stooping
with a sickle
i found
it easier to simply kick the brittle
reeds
at their base; also
quicker to cull
the good ones on the fly while stomping
the rejects down.
i wandered deep into the reeds
and sat a while completely surrounded,
far from
it all,
warm in the
windbreak
despite the thick ice
under my feet. |
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