January 8
Meditating in the van, I open my eyes to see ice on the inside. Going through my things, I find a pen three lighters three harmonicas a headlamp a knife and a knuckle slide. Today is the real Christmas.
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January 7
It’s too cold to work on the motorcycle but I went out there and worked on it a bit anyhow skinned my knuckle turning a wrench, blood running thin in the cold air and the brilliant sun, and then snow came fast and thick and then the brilliant sun again.
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