The Forecast

Fair flakes are falling Afresh on sleeping spirits Now, awakening.

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You.

You formed me together from the depths of the earth – from the richest muds and clays, you sculpted me. First, you gave me my shape. You carved out my teeth, sketched my eyes, and molded my nose. With the finest tools you carved out each crease radiating from the corners of my eyes and … Continue reading You.