Doesn’t Hurt

Nine degrees,
How crazy that once seemed.
Seventeen chapters
Blew that away like the arctic breeze outside.
Running against the wind,
With the wind,
While hiding in the woods from the wind’s jabs,
At the bottom of frozen hills,
Or on short trails
Was modest by some standards,
But a start here.

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