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My goodness, these poems. I am picking back up from this summer and I find that words can change with the seasons, too.
This summer, I read: “Look at the light through the window pane. That means it’s noon. That means we’re inconsolable.”
Now: “the wind picking up, and the light falling, and the window closing tight against the dirty rain.”
Reminds me of my memories and also of every dance I’ve seen.
— Oct 15, 2026 04:21PM
This summer, I read: “Look at the light through the window pane. That means it’s noon. That means we’re inconsolable.”
Now: “the wind picking up, and the light falling, and the window closing tight against the dirty rain.”
Reminds me of my memories and also of every dance I’ve seen.
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