She took the big plunge
I accompanied for the encouragement
the ice dive no wetsuit surface breaker
the local name escapes me
We walk back to the camp
She's shivering she's shaking but
- Don't touch me
The others, the fire mob
snort and scoff - Is it even
real if you didn't film it
That's when I started to untie the antique harpoon
from the wall
She shook her frosty curls like - Enough
of your nonsense
She'd undertaken the big dipper
and was free of us all
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