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Back
Back reversing the flow back through the looking glass up from the rabbit hole in from out there. Back into the stunned silence of snow, a gray quiet a stripping clean to the roots and our breath making perfect circles. Back to Main Street with summer twilight spreading like fire in dry grass, the soft susurrus of a slow leak in the day. My hands stretching like antennae now in this street now in that. Back to wrap that child's universe around me once again and warm this woman's frame.
  
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