Mitt & Remembering

For anyone who remembers losing a mitten on a winter day…

Sylvia Legris
Nerve Squall

You know this climate like the shape of your hand inside your mitt

I like the push from exterior (climate) to “inside your mitt”. There is an expansive cosiness to this startling line. And a sneaking nostalgia for lost cold.

And so for day 2901

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