Layers within the Years

Layers within the YearsBundled in my snowsuit,I lumbered outside in the cold drifts,To slide down the neighbor’s hill.I couldn’t feel my hands or toes,Or move my legs.My eyelashes froze. My tears iced over my face. I questioned, where was I in this?Ladened with books I walked the campusStudious and bewildered. Dressed in a wool blazer, […]
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Published on July 10, 2024 10:50
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Abbe Rolnick
Quick morning writes that begin before the sun rises and while my partner sleeps.
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