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necks of half-stripped trees are woven tightly, we expect winter has been fleeing, slipping out into the night, leaving us empty handed when morning arrives the view from Monday appears staggering with few thunderstorms as we hung tattered coats, limp, behind closed doors; calking, still shivering from the howling winds of December’s yawn
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Dec 26, 2011
Dec 26, 2011 at 3:44 AM UTC
for December.
necks of half-stripped trees are woven tightly, we expect winter has been fleeing, slipping out into the night, leaving us empty handed when morning arrives the view from Monday appears staggering with few thunderstorms as we hung tattered coats, limp, behind closed doors; calking, still shivering from the howling winds of December’s yawn
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Dec 26, 2011
Dec 26, 2011 at 3:44 AM UTC
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