Down in the Wild Midwest...

At times, the senses do numb.

By Ángel SierraPublished about a year ago • Updated about a year ago • 1 min read

Close-up of a woman looking up on a sunny winter day; you can see her breath, while her face is covered by a red light that is the sun.

Walk on the river.

Coldest winter on earth—curse!

White breath; swallow burns.

Rhymes, riddles, and occasionally, she giggles.

Every-writer, it's all in me... DO LOOK DOWN!

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