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The bluster push of wind, shouting the rage of prairie winter. Daggers of mini ice crystals slicing into exposed skin.
Storms will pass. Duck your head and push on through. Mind your footing, protect your eyes.
Blue sky’s are just over the next rise.
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Pablo, Kristina and Kathy1 Comment-
Awesome Kristeen..!
I love how line one establishes immediate immersion into the poem…
And then immediately begins to move into a gratifying resolution…
Very much enjoying reading you…
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