Metto il mio piede in acqua fredda e lo tengo l: mattine in anticipo hanno dovuto guadare attraverso ghiaccio rotto per trovare le prese nella scanalatura profonda con le loro mani, la resistenza sulle catene ed il castoro annegato. La corrente lenta della vita sotto le tirate me tutto il giorno. Quando sogno alla notte, mi conservano un posto per, non importa come piccole, in qualche luogo dal fuoco.
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