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June 6, 2007
Magnetic poetry hangs up from December, before I went to back to NY those winter months. Never imagined Id experience so much snow only about a month or so later:

I recall
fluffy whiteness
like a dream
the time was winter
bitter but gorgeous
and the sky is
light and misty as they fall
delicate as a whisper in the wind

I ache for some moment in my life
watching visions of a place like a picture
playing in my head
sadly I am not there
I think in shadows
but want to see beauty shine through like the moon