the curse has lifted
a touch of frost still lurks
maybe a wild rouge snow
leaden slabs, quick to dull even the best hone
but so forgiving when it's right
the chill air brings quick relief after the scrub
practice comes easy, the lines are laid
and a long lost friend joins the party
a week of hours here and there
why waste good planks
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yet another feline seal of approval |
