> jumping into life.

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three bowls of soup.
hot. fast.
the woodstove

isn't coming.
put on a hat.
pull up a ladle.

are you ready
for the longest night?

& the long, long cold.
i am.


I am ready! I love this poem.

I miss being cold. I actually long for a night of being wrapped up in front of a hot fire and being able to drink tea and feel really satisfied by it.

Which I guess isn't going to happen moving to Singapore from Sydney.

James - Outré

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