.It began at Christmas when all was wet
a sadness like a moth, like a moth
a quiet sadness fanned your face
a quiet sadness fanned your face
at home in the brilliant cold: a shifting, a casting away,
a cleaning and re-choosing what wasn't thrown out
re-choosing what wasn't thro.
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