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May 2014
The god of present tense
pushed the river along,
past the naked trees
and the quiet leaves
and the washed out trail
while
his sister sun
poured streams of
warm bright over it all.
"winter isn’t death,"
she said.
"winter is waiting."
Cristina Relange
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