Remember winters when we took our
walks along the frozen stream?
Marbled ice upon the surface
crystal waters in between
And we, so slow and careful crossing
even though the ice would creak
Both of us like snakes we slithered
crawling on our hands and feet
Most days I still walk alone
some silent spirit by my side
The air is just as cold, but now
the frozen river has run dry ~
Lions Mane 
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