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winding
whipping, whistling, slipping through the bedroom windowtugging the curtainatonal melodysinging over the clumsy beat of a one pound clockunlatching the doorclicking it closedsucking it openpushing it shutshushing the birch leaves off scratchy branchescrashing something down the streetsomething not fragilesomething not meant to be quite so temporarysomething broken ~ CLP 01/12/2021 →
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Normal
November has been mild, againwe’re not used to the cold anymorethis is how it should behow it always was beforeI said that the leaves had more colourdropped sooner, quicker, more completelythan last yearmy friend couldn’t rememberwho would?normal is just what we’re used to nownot what went beforewe older ones recallpicking blackberries after schoolwhen summer stretched →