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a foot of snow (roughly)
Bring Me the News is saying we got 8.5 inches, but that reading was from 10:30 this morning, and it has continued to snow all day, so I’m not sure how much is on the ground. I’m guessing a foot. It felt like a foot as I tried to shovel it. So heavy! I joked with a neighbor that it’s heart attack snow, which is funny until it’s not.
I wonder if it the paths will be clear enough to run above the river tomorrow? Future Sara, let us know!
holes 4
This one, which takes words from “Still Life” is my biggest one yet: 6 pages! Here’s a draft of the poem (the || represent when the words are taken from different places in the article)
you look at sky, || you look at || words || and || don’t || see || the || gaping hole || and || its || graveyard || for || failed || cone || cell || s || you see || snow flake marble dust || seltzer || fizz|| a || nothing|| that || is || something || not || shar|| ing|| its || secrets
you || can’t || exhume || the || bodies|| but || you can || make || room || for || life || in this place || where || the dead || are || interred
crack || open a grave|| with || a || new || way || of || seeing
Too much text? We’ll see!