It snowed beautifully overnight and is still snowing in thin unbroken spirals, tufting the yew branches and the crime-scene silhouettes of cars in the street. The roads have been cleared, but before then I saw a rabbit running the shadow of its own footprints under the streetlight. Hestia's bird theater sits huddling and fluffing in the hearts of bushes. My parents have been married for fifty years.
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- 1: It's two in the afternoon and thirty-four degrees
- 2: Waiting for you to call me up and tell me I'm not alone
- 3: Don't know me now, then you'll never know me later
- 4: I know you're waiting for me in secret places
- 5: Do you believe a person should be some kind of answer?
- 6: How do we sleep while our beds are burning?
- 7: But I was cruising Gawain in the mist
- 8: All of it's golden, my body is floating, I'm still alive
- 9: Why don't you ever let me love you?
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