Cracking ice, passing through and process.

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1. Cracking the ice on a puddle, and crunching across mud that is crusted with ice.

2. A robin glares at me as I pass through his territory.

3. Listening to musicians talking hesitantly about their process and getting a sense of the faith that goes into any act of creation.

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