"Dream no small dreams for they have no power to move the hearts of men."
~ Goethe
Winter sends messages slow as dreams in an icy calligraphy. There is a perfect grey silence this morning. The temperatures are still so low. Minus 43 with the windchill again early today. No incentive whatever to go out and run those errands, which suits me fine. They can wait. And I have two poem-essays I'm working on, so will soon turn off the computer, boil the kettle for tea, and resume my winterdreamwriting.
Stay warm everyone!
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