Descent Legs vanish. Vikings took them, on their way up to my head. Their axes hack at cranium from the inside, their siege fires swelling brain, eyes, tongue. Smoke heat pressure burns warps twist…| Pau hana, new hana
Temperatures in the teens made a soft candy snow that tires and boots compressed to ice, the treads shining white beneath a sky blown clear and Arctic blue. White Christmas was a day late, but last…| Pau hana, new hana