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It would snow the next day, the day you left my country. It wasn’t even winter, still late fall. Did you know that it would? The first snow with the last tears of you?

Early Winter
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J.D. Harms

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Ann Marie Steele
Ann Marie Steele

Written by Ann Marie Steele

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I write about love and loss, what I observe and experience — I write about hope. My writing has been described as resiliently defiant.

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