walking

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In December you went for a walk on an frozen pond with a guy. You hadn’t done that since you were a kid. Sticks and insects were trapped in the ice…the sun seemed to stop moving and the pines filled your eyes. You carry the picture of his fingers touching yours. You remember most his expression walking out the door the last time, the brutality of that love.

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