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Snowdrifts skimming ice crust on Christmas Day,
my hair caught in the updraft as the sun set,
my ribcage caving in the cold because I wanted
to see the sun in the last of its arc over this
vastness that I call home.

We are never alone, no matter how
much the mind tells the heart otherwise.

©2016 Dora E. McQuaid

All peace to each one of you today.

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