Quiet rural life
Small unknown town
A few tourists, but for the vigorous activities
Trees, lakes, perhaps a river
Rigor only in ignorance of time
Minutes transform to years
Without a second thought
And rather than instruct or educate
Anything does as its heart and brain conspire
With a dialectic for deliberation
But no control
A couple places where people consistently show
Two wheels
As many skis and poles
Food, water, and a place to sleep
There it is
Every wish
Prior to a soft end

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