it seemed yesterday i was living in a jaan kaplinski poem. when the whole town was down about the snow i decided to take advantage of it. i had the entire wood to myself. the crystal snow still falling and covering my tracks. it was perfect. i laughed a little. i think it's best to laugh by yourself.
i'm so glad i found this sport. i could take a few more months of winter now. yesterday was my first day out by myself and i was listening to music and it was this super engaging thing, to be elsewhere, moving through the woods. hard to be pressed by anything...
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