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I remember, before the snow started,
thinking I wish it would start. The sky darkenedshadow on shadow. The cats, as usual,
slept through the morning. Then snow so heavy that evenmy father, who was a kind of Noah—all resolve and solitude,
cabinetry and salt—couldn’t have steadied me. I remember—and this was back when the sham fortune-teller sat
turning over cards, saying you will be lonely—thinking it could be worse. Thinking loneliness
is nothing more than a cotton slipand uncombed hair. A path you dig in the snow
once the snow has stopped. Thinking then let it begin.— karin gottshall
@MalenaAtWork: Seems like @Harry_Styles is chilling but honestly the boys have completed sooo much promo today! #work #1DinGermany
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