Wind…Snow…Jacket… II

To my ice-kachang, tenderly,

Right after I wrote that first entry, I plunged right into a water well in the snow, made only by footprints deep enough in the thick smooth snow–melting walls and storing water.

There is no rain here. It snows.

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