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Feb 2011
His presence was made like
an unruly, unwelcome,  winter storm.
Chilling us to the bone, icing over our window panes,
and grasping for the very air in our lungs.
He came upon us like an intruder.
He came upon us like a deprived hope.
Just as swiftly as he came,
as graceless as he went.
I've had terrible writers block for some time and i took 10 minutes to meditate and this is what came out of it.
Laura Olson
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