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Next door to Hell.
The nice thing about spring. In Minnesota. Are the
variables. Several days of above normal temperatures. I go walking. In shorts
and a t-shirt. But overnight, we’ve had a north wind. An inch of snow. Puddles
have turned to solid ice. I’ll bundle up. And take what I get. Crisp, clean
air. From Canada. Sure beats being in Syria. Makes me wonder. Why some of us are
blessed. While others live in Hell. And what, if anything, I can do about it.
As I savor life. In Paradise. Next door to Hell. --Jim Broede
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