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I remembered the name, one morning in the frost after Neighbours where fibrils of wet snow made dewy gossamer templates on my gloves, but I could not turn to the next person and tell them that, because who would believe that I had never met the Winter until then? who?
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Feb 17, 2013
Feb 17, 2013 at 12:40 AM UTC
Thrum.
I remembered the name, one morning in the frost after Neighbours where fibrils of wet snow made dewy gossamer templates on my gloves, but I could not turn to the next person and tell them that, because who would believe that I had never met the Winter until then? who?
(c) Brooke Otto
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Feb 17, 2013
Feb 17, 2013 at 12:40 AM UTC
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