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DECEMBER WALK
 
Cold on the skin
and in the marrow
Icy crystals invading
even the blood
Chill deep, ever deeper
cellular
 
The frigid night
Freezes watery eyes
Glazes vision
A cold, cloudy gray
 
A tinge of
a tingle
Then pinprickish
needles of ice
in the tips
of fingers growing numb
Reminding you
 
You are very much alive