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Jan 2021
I can hear the fir trees cracking and breaking
in the night, their tired limbs laden
with ice and the weight of a new year.

I know that if I look out the window I will see
needles scattered over frozen ground
like lost little children,

like me.
Chris Chaffin
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Chris Chaffin  48/Cisgender Male/Vancouver, WA
(48/Cisgender Male/Vancouver, WA)   
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   mamta madhavan
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