The song of routine and order
Today I find myself in a forest.
I walk in circles
Always coming to the river's edge.
Found the mountain.
Everything was cold.
The day was cold.
It felt to me as if the world
Wash awash in snow.
With every footstep I took.
Branches slick. Wet.
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