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~ FROST ~
Putting crampons on my boots for winter forest walk about. My breath fogging my glasses. A neighbors dog howls. The crows hover demanding the nuts in my pocket. Fir trees heavy with snow. I walk slowly up the old logging road. Thus the hinge of the year. Solstice. Each day now the shadows will grow shorter. And I a bit older. I have many stories to tell, but none as important as this. Notice this. Pay full attention to it. A photo of frost, is not frost.