December 15, 2020

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Walking down to the river in one skinny degree, the thin line between a trace of warmth and the eternal cold of subzero, snow crunching underfoot joining only the tracks of a lone fox hungry enough to be walking somewhere along here outside the warmth of its den looking for an offering for breakfast. So cold, the sun decided to keep its colorful mitts warm and only point with one finger straight up into a column of fog this morning.