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sleep with your socks on! Ma always said. I don't care how cold you are. The thigh-length argyle socks, the red football socks, the pink spotted striped socks, the fur-lines plastic-dotted socks, the airline freebie socks even the yellowing school rejects would be tossed by my bed on wheels. Toes need to breathe. Toes need to think. And we can not think when our toes are gasping, gasping for air.
So partake of the bain-froid, the coldbath. Do not burn yourself to stay warm, instead freeze your extremities because your nose will redden and the hairs on your arms will not be enough to trap heat. So then wait and watch. Maybe sing a song. Sure enough a rabbit will come along, and your poacher ears and blackened heart will prick up and thump. Those long ears flapping. The wrongly reposed faith/ faitaccompli. I chose to squat here so you should climb your gate. The gate must be crossed, just as Akira scratches her tail. slowly, methodically, without the thought of animosity.