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Nov 2017
November 10.
The cold bites me. The setting sun kisses me.
I read your letter aloud and did not let myself cry.
Quiet. Today is quiet.

*β€” L, from the journal β€œWinter And Its Waking Breath”
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The titles, content and year the books were published are part of the piece itself.

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Dante  26/Non-binary/Connecticut
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