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i. we bundled in the car wet wool and *** roast the car that my father brought home as a surprise a big 1970 Buick Electra 225, four door sedan      in pale yellow ii. winter, the sky an eternal black the stars all about us the woods, my parents silent as if they, too, know not to break the spell, iii. only the whine of the tires all the way home from my grandparents, down the long rolling road, cozy my sisters and i on the back seat bench, the heater blasting the car to an      overwamth iv. feeling safe and loved and knowing we could ride      like this forever, chasing the full moon all the way to its      home but we all knew that spring     was coming
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Mar 1, 2012
Mar 1, 2012 at 6:38 AM UTC
an incident in a 1970 Buick Electra 225
i. we bundled in the car wet wool and *** roast the car that my father brought home as a surprise a big 1970 Buick Electra 225, four door sedan      in pale yellow ii. winter, the sky an eternal black the stars all about us the woods, my parents silent as if they, too, know not to break the spell, iii. only the whine of the tires all the way home from my grandparents, down the long rolling road, cozy my sisters and i on the back seat bench, the heater blasting the car to an      overwamth iv. feeling safe and loved and knowing we could ride      like this forever, chasing the full moon all the way to its      home but we all knew that spring     was coming
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Mar 1, 2012
Mar 1, 2012 at 6:38 AM UTC
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