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~ days expanding beyond mere hours the long dark of winter sweeps the land               wide brush strokes lay snow across canyons                     famished mammals push thick undercoats                             to the limits of temperature control red chapped cheeks carry scarf string holey mittens and thin thermals            barely sway the frigid breath                 icicles stretch and grab                             clawing at beanies strollers set in the drifts playground toys like sticks pushing the odd                      single bar into the sky                             one lone sled waits by the hill                                    hard red plastic shell and yellow rope handles                                              as isolated as an Antarctic station my words fall as fog spilling to the frozen ground below                my thoughts held in the tundra                        await the spring thaw                              so that they might finally express                                  the ‘buuurrrrrr’ that no one heard   /
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Dec 13, 2016
Dec 13, 2016 at 4:02 PM UTC
Chilly Evenings
~ days expanding beyond mere hours the long dark of winter sweeps the land               wide brush strokes lay snow across canyons                     famished mammals push thick undercoats                             to the limits of temperature control red chapped cheeks carry scarf string holey mittens and thin thermals            barely sway the frigid breath                 icicles stretch and grab                             clawing at beanies strollers set in the drifts playground toys like sticks pushing the odd                      single bar into the sky                             one lone sled waits by the hill                                    hard red plastic shell and yellow rope handles                                              as isolated as an Antarctic station my words fall as fog spilling to the frozen ground below                my thoughts held in the tundra                        await the spring thaw                              so that they might finally express                                  the ‘buuurrrrrr’ that no one heard   /
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Dec 13, 2016
Dec 13, 2016 at 4:02 PM UTC
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