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Board Administrator Username: mjm Post Number: 3487 Registered: 11-1998 |
Honorable Mention Snow in Wind (revised) Laurie Byro Years ago, the sculptor finished with her. When he lit winter candles, adorned her with ice he became an Eskimo, chanting all the words for snow. Snow fell while he explained this, making me glisten, making me dissolve like a snowflake on his tongue. Wind howled and wrapped itself around our cabin in shrouds of fresh ice. Inside, the sculptor carved moonlight, His hands formed new bones for me. |
