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With my first step outside
Upon leaving the house,
A passing fragrance
Of wood burning
Greets me —
Warning me of the cold
Before a chill
Finds opportunity
To reach through my clothes
In an attempt to make
My afternoon walk
Unpleasant.
“Try all you like,”
I grin, zipping up my jacket.
“You will fail.”

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