in use not for the icy conditions when the countries goods and food supplies do not reach the links from source to the shop shelf ... Not when the weather in extremes of the tarmac melting and water demand on the shelves sell out ... Not because there is a curfew on public disorder because of impending doom ... Not because I am snowed in ...
It is for time in my internal transition after much when I struggle with the demands on me in the misunderstanding of me and myself of a time trapped in the disarray of another's
Any anyway what is interpreted for some ... for me I am icy in bitter ... hot in the turblance of a whirlwind of life rushing by, while my life is in slo mo ... My doom imploded ... And I can get snowed under with the crumbling decay of damp dusty musty ... Still around in parts virtual and real
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