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| | | | | I think I remember seeing my breath as a kid but maybe that's just a story my parents told- like their claim I once tasted snow. The Arctic ocean mirrors the azure sky- I stand on the rail of a slow cruise ship in summer, sunny all day and all night. No more ice caps.... | |
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| | | | | Candles cast an amber light orange peel and crushed basil scent the room - his hermitage | |
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| | | | | Left by a winter storm thick enough to block the light and resist the plastic scraper I smash the blunt handle down on the windshield hard enough to leave a crater like a bullet hole The ice which seemed so strong was melting from above and below fragile as tyrant's lace After the first flaw... | |
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