“It shouldn’t be too long to walk,” Mirabel days. “Sorry it is so poetry today.”
“So what?” Zachary asks, not certain...
“Poetry,” Mirabel repeats. “The weather. It’s like a poem. Where each word is more than one thing at once and everything’s a metaphor. The meaning condensed into rhythm and sound and the spaces between sentences. It’s all intense and sharp, like the cold and the wind.”
— Jan 11, 2020 05:42AM
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