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Father: A Winter Storm
I realized today
that winter would
not exist without
you, Father.
In a world where death
is confused with life,
your breath crystallizes
fear into snow.
Mounds and piles of snow.
Only when your breath
stops
will this snow ever cease.
poem
by
David Kowalczyk
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