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February 10

Imagine a town
without shovels or plows
a small place,
just a village really
where they wait for snow
to melt in its own good time
write to me and tell me about
where headlights on a snowblower
is the stuff of story, too bizarre
to be believed. Write to me
about this tiny world where
there are no instructions on
how to pierce the world’s
thick skin with Haste.

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