Notes
"It is that hour when winter, a knife
clean
as the salt wind
probes those wounds we no longer disguise,
lays against the bone its cold voice..."
--John Thompson, "Day without Omens"
"It is that hour when winter, a knife
clean
as the salt wind
probes those wounds we no longer disguise,
lays against the bone its cold voice..."
--John Thompson, "Day without Omens"
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