by Flemming Funch
Something opens our wings.
Something makes boredom and hurt disappear.
Someone fills the cup in front of us.
We taste only sacredness. --Rumi
The picture: "A man jumps into an ice-hole at the lake Shartash in the Ural city of Yekaterinburg, about 900 miles east of Moscow, Friday, Feb. 21, 2003. The temperature in Yekaterinburg was minus 15 degrees Celsius (5 degrees Fahrenheit) on Friday. (AP Photo/ Ural Press Photo, Alexei Vladykin)" (From Yahoo)
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