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Turning of the Seasons
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Today felt like that winter feeling when you're kind of delighted it's Christmas but the sky is pewter and the air is cold and you wonder if it's ever going to be a bright, sunshiny day again. Halfway between desolation and utter joy.
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Makes you think of all the dead, but also of all the children who still wonder at magic. And the knowledge that one day in the not-too-distant future, you'll be among the dead they're missing at the table, wishing you could make it easier for them.
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In the meantime, the constellations turn above us in their heavens and never notice the tiny starts and finishes of the ants who live upon this hill. And people wonder why I never make the bed.
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2 Nov 18

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This is a GREAT "Day of the Dead" poem.  I am going to go watch "Coco" now.
 — aforbing

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