A field that calls
for cross country skis
scarves and hats
and sunglasses against the snow
wind that burns
a solitude that feels absolute
beyond the imaginings
of summer days
and wildflowers – Caroline A. Slee
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Good one ☝️
Thank you. I had to leave it without a title – my energy didn’t extend that far this morning. 😊