Walk

I’m squeezing snow into heel-shaped wafersas blank-flavored as this air, from which all impurities have fallenbecause it is so cold. The far away is louder than the nearbecause it is so quiet here.The only sound is squeaking, squeezing snow.

Hope

Sunshine coming this way.My boyfriend said it would be here in a day.Living over there, he gets the weather first.He lives ten hours from here.How far is that? One fourth of a year.Seven weeks now, so it could be worse.

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