February. In the old days, snow so deep you sunk up to your knees, slipped and slid on the unshovelled walks. February. In the new days, no snow, that counts anyway. February. In the old days, cold so sharp you huddled in your fur coat, your wool coat, your scarf … Continue reading February. A Poem.
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