Perfectly Buzzed, Alone and on Foot in Another State, the Temperature was 16-degrees

I was filled with gratitude.

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The Narrative

4 min readMar 3, 2022

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Photo by Mikhail Vasilyev on Unsplash

The wind chill was 16. I was on foot with a three-mile walk in front of me. The sun was dropping fast behind the western treeline across the river. I had not crossed the…

Lynda Wallis

Written by Lynda Wallis

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The Narrative

Deeply rooted in the mid west, I write about little things — everything is a little thing-art, the creative process, the natural world, and love.

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