Thursday, January 09, 2003

She had a link to him, and included a story he wrote that put a big dumb grin on my face, so I clicked, looking for more grins, but as I read down the page there was poetry, and I read until I couldn't read any more, but when I stopped, everything else stopped too, and the inside of my mind felt exactly like the other night, sitting on the front porch well after midnight, watching the snow gently obliterating the world. At first it sounded silent, but beneath the silence was a hiss, and in the hiss, if you listened carefully, you could hear each snowflake settling into place.

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