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Oct 2023
For once
pale light is warm

the whistling wind
gentle

and even though
the air is cold

and the snow swirls
piling high along the curb


strings of lights
on shuttered storefronts

twinkle

and for 48 hours
all was never lost
A word painting with straight straightforward message.
Whit Howland
Written by
Whit Howland
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