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It wasn’t like the world would come to an end Or like the cob-webbed grandfather clock in the hall would Stop ticking It wasn’t as if his classmates would stop doing their homework Or as if they would give up on the windy, dewey Friday night lights It wasn’t like his parents would stop sharing Read More …

I can still feel the winter breeze on my cheeks. Even though I was bundled from head to toe, The pervasive cold on my face prevented me From feeling an ounce of warmth in my little body. I walked into the ice shack with my dad and brother, And some other who’s since faded from Read More …