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If winter here were made of colored glass, this is the way the light would shine through the winter I was fourteen: the strange blue of icicles hanging like daggers from our roof, the gray of rain gutters heavy with snow that would not melt, the white of snow on brown trees, on brown ground, on the brown sawdust frozen Pond.
— Apr 21, 2016 06:09AM
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From my sewing table in the window, I watch for the clues that signify a change in the seasons...
— Apr 06, 2016 07:44AM
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We lived among people whose poverty could be seen in the length of their faces, in their tired speech, and in the heaviness of their eyes. Everyone here was hungry. Everyone here knew too much about pain.
— Mar 27, 2016 01:31PM
