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Brutal
A biting easterly
cuts right through
All of my layers
I'm snow-blown,
snow-blinded
Tyres slide
On slippery surfaces
There is a terrible beauty
When it's wild and unruly
And risk is real and present
And I envy the crows
Holding tight
To howling currents
Going where the wind goes
Finding joy
Where they find themselves.

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