Day 1055, a door.

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A door, lost in nowhere

black painted iron, half sunken in still white snow

I stare, get lost, did I go through?

Is it even open?

the whiteout hides, footsteps passing

maybe I leaped, I will not know, so

I leave the door behind

dreaming of other pastures

on one of two sides.


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