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Let the lights run like rivers all over my skin
In compensation for a day-consuming stat appointment, I got to spend some more time with the Salem Street Burying Ground and found one of those puddled-iron sunsets on the way home. I hadn't brought my camera, but I had my phone.
For some reason I had expected the gates to be closed, but they stood open in the snowdrift, night and day.
A commuter train had just gone overhead, but the cars underneath really make the concrete roar.
I seem to have missed Candlemas this year, so have a belated invocation to Brigid: Emma Christian, "Vreeshey, Vreeshey." The temperature rose to just freezing this afternoon and a whole shelf of snow-crust calved off the roof onto the front steps.
For some reason I had expected the gates to be closed, but they stood open in the snowdrift, night and day.
A commuter train had just gone overhead, but the cars underneath really make the concrete roar.
I seem to have missed Candlemas this year, so have a belated invocation to Brigid: Emma Christian, "Vreeshey, Vreeshey." The temperature rose to just freezing this afternoon and a whole shelf of snow-crust calved off the roof onto the front steps.
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