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What Youíve Taught Me About Temperature Scientists have determined that the temperature of cold is warmer than it was, their calculations to determine wind chill have been updated to reflect, presumably, a smarter conflagration of data. The facts, you said, are flexible. Logical. Looking at you then, something in me broke apart, shattered into shards of realization. Facts are flexible, and the logic of obsession is not subject to mere science. I measure the temperature of my last night with you in mercury, itís a photograph: the data found there less useful than the numbers I collate from our bodies, add the flush that rises just above your breasts to my speeding pulse, subtract the measure of your silence and divide by the seer weight of my inability to put my feelings into a language you are able to decipher Ė the result is far colder than the mercury would lead us to believe.
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