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Poetry Corner Snowfall
By Megan Clements | March 27I'm counting up the bits of snow that fall onto my face. I stick my tongue out eagerly to see how they might taste. Dreaming: I am falling. Knowing: that I'm blind. I sit in snow in drifts so deep — space and time rewind. I'm counting down the time I have inside this tiny place. I shiver slightly ...
