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Dec 2015
You were once enchanted by
the atmosphere we created.

Like emerging from childhood,
the world filling in. Frame by frame.
Into something more miraculous
than you thought possible.

So we laughed at a brittle winter.
The sharp tree branches not to be feared
but to be loved for their nakedness.
Last Winter.
Mason
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Mason
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