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Winter Break
Shaded by mountains.
Steam rolls off frosted car hoods
Surrendered breaths.
Quiet here without you
You of home.
No easy answers
I lie
Tongue tripping me up
through invention
that imparts truth.
Confess-
I miss home
the loud boysenberries
that spring from rock
Stain lips.
The tractor echoes
across open ground,
Tilling rain.
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