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Twelve lies told, the door
opened into late winter. Katherine,
with her eyes closed
tightened her
shawl and counted
breaths in between the
patio and the station. Cold
headlights unevenly on
the snowflakes
, pale
blue sky on the bank
advertisement; crows hid
songs in the northern lights. The beads
on her necklace came
together like gears
as
I came to watch the past disappear.

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