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Christmas Eve
Christmas Eve
the snow fell
so hard and fast
that we thought
the earth had
turned white
overnight
and when
we stepped
into the flurry
the lining
of our noses
crackled
with the
sudden chill
and our fingers
screamed
to make it stop
to give them back
their warm blood
inside
the smell
of cinnamon
and spice
caught
on a draft
pulled from
the open door
for a second
the co...
Tuesday 17th December 2013 6:52 pm
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