Eyes left
This morning I wrapped my arms around me like a lycra bodysuit and walked to work. Across Burrard Inlet, a couple of miles off, four to five-thousand foot mountains are snowed-over almost down to their toes. Thick forest gives the whole screed a speckled look, a heavy seasonal green flecked, and occasionally gashed by a ski-run, white.
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was my comment ain’t here?
hey u know things move around, the world goes around?
fuking sleepy and there are no snow around here yet.
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