i can feel the miles
move me from where i've been
i feel the sacredness of winter
the magic of ice
the softness of snow
the sparkle, the glitter
dancing light like stars
and the ships in the harbor at night
i devour the flesh my pillow
the warm hands
the laughter
the kind eyes
the silliness
this too shall pass
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