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I can hear the fir trees cracking and breaking in the night, their tired limbs laden with ice and the weight of a new year. I know that if I look out the window I will see needles scattered over … Continue reading

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Et in Arcadia Ego

Et in Arcadia Ego They said you were lost, swept away in a tempest of broken vowels and compromised predicates. I told them that you were no such thing, that you were simply slumbering somewhere, dreaming up a way to … Continue reading

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