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A Cold Place

The wind washes across my face,
I know this is my place.
Flying through the air,
I know I don’t want to be elsewhere.
As blades cut through the ice,
I know this is my paradise.
In this atmosphere,
I know I have nothing to fear.



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kcreeger said...
Jan. 24 at 7:31 pm:
Maegan, this is way cool!!!!!!  Keep up the good work!
 
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