i wandered the impossible earth
locked myself in uncharted rooms
i never knew where i ought to be
lost my thoughts to the memories of old trees
somewhere surely winter must end
somewhere surely there’s a little less rain
by TONY SINGLE
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unbolt me 
Very good! Thank you! I’m back from an absence and hope you stop by for some fun writing tactics. 🙂
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Thanks so much for dropping by, Annette. We’ll be sure to do the same! 😀
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I’m in one of those places right now where winter doesn’t end – the rain just keeps pounding impossibly, banging on the door of someone I don’t want to be. But I can’t change anything because the rain is pounding the door back, every time I try to open it.
I need a place without doors, where the rain will start to feel like my friend again.
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It sounds like you are in a difficult state of mind, my friend. I’ve been there, and I agree that it doesn’t feel like a friend. I hope you find the doorless abode that you seek. I really do.
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Words of true impact; Winter is here for me –right here and right now; and the ice is crushing….but I will break it; slow pressure cracks even the thickest glacier….
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You are absolutely right, my friend. Such oppressive conditions cannot possibly last forever. It feels like there must always be a spring somewhere…
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winter is coming. nothing can be done.
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Damn. Well… I guess I’d better put my warm booties on then. 😦
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