Two friends rehearsing for a small play grew closer during this cold winter with streets filled with snow and ice much like the feeling of working with the Director. This poem grew out of this terrible experience.

Music: The Temperature of the Air on the Bow of the Kaleetan by Chris Zabriskie (chriszabriskie.com)

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