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February 18, 2007
esikmos have 52 different names for snow, because it is so special to them.

i can recall how it feels to stand face to face with you, matching limbs. i have been close enough to breathe in your air, after it expanded and lifted in your chest. i wonder if strangers on the street envy me, for how close i have been to you.
i have painted your face,
combed your hair,
kissed your wounds,
soothed your pain.
i have fallen asleep, interlocked with you.
we drink out of the same cup, hear the same music.
you are my snow; i have countless names for you, darling.