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Wednesday, February 3, 2010

Seasons

 

I could see my breath
Like a freshwater fresco
In the fractured frost 

  


Once I ran so fast
My feet never touched the ground
Breathlessly, I flew


 
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  1. Cassiopeia RisesFebruary 6, 2010 at 10:27 AM

    Oh this is good. I too am a runner and love to race. Sometimes I feel like I'm flying.
    Thanks for stopping by. I like what you have to say.

    Melanie

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