"A plague of snow, fluffy and dry before it hardens and grips the trees, the walls, and the cars parked haphazardly everywhere. When I walk to the little market a few blocks away, it feels like a test of endurance."
"You see, my mind takes me far, but my heart dreams of return."
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Source: Henri Cole (2014). “Pierce the Skin: Selected Poems, 1982-2007”, p.99, Macmillan
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