but instead i take
the long path through
the snow laden woods.
it's an hours walk from
here to the stream where
i'll have to step across
the rocks.
from there it's up the hill
over fallen trees.
i'll be cold when i get home.
i'll be hungry, and i'll be
missing you
even more than usual,
but i'll be home before dark,
i promise.
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