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| Three Seasons I Her body was a snowflake caught midfall. She popped herself into her mouth and pressed herself beneath the tongue to stop a consummation with the ground. Her body was its own frozen rain. II Her body was the flour poured from grain colored sacks, for the sake of a picnic and its three-legged race. III Her body broke its husk. The husk became a cast she fills with burning. |
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