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A Cold Night: the Warmth of the Feminine


      Who can be cold whenthe inner fires are being fanned by womanliness? Not this girl. I was ready for whatever chilly wind awaited out there in the northern darkness. I didn't go far, of course. Distance, measured in miles, seemed irrelevant. This was inner voyaging.


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