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A Winter's Solstice
I. December 16-- The snow hugged the night the world I had known was veiled and vague. I left through the back over the fence, toward the caked sea. II. December 17-- We met him at Harvard. in the open plaza behind starbuck’s near the red field and yellow script of the Garage. The most Irish man in Boston his teeth were green as any shamrock, green. His head reached only my shoulder he looked down on me the whole time with height made of knowing. “If you want to stand in the center of the world,” he said. “You have to know what’s around ya’.” The snow froze in place outside the walls as the shrill Leprechaun voice announced the solstice. |
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