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Notes:
1. Written some time between October and December 2019
2. When I was dreaming futilely of snow
snow
Snow (places in space #28)
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Notes:
1. Written on June 21st, 2019
2. While I was writing this, I found these amazing 19th Century snowflake classification illustrations, by Israel Perkins Warren
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Every March, after the thaw, the river that runs through the valley bursts its banks.
And in the fields to the north the dead bodies emerge from beneath the snow: rodents, rabbits, hares; pigeons, sparrows, starlings, crows; a fox, a cat, a dog; a drunk, a suicide; an unidentified child.
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Notes:
1. Written on February 15th, 2018
2. I should have timed this better so it was published in March rather than in June
3. But I did not
4. And it’s too late now
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In the woods. In the winter.
Snow on the bridge. The river frozen below. Wind in the trees.
All beneath a birdless sky.
The wolf limped forward, one footprint in four as red as the moon. In her jaws, a child.
She held the child delicately between her teeth, kept her warm with her tongue, with her breath.
Silence at the camp. The sound of sleep, of the watch going unwatched.
The wolf placed the child by the fire. Licked the blood from her face. Then retreated to the shadows, made enough noise to raise the dead.
She watched as they came. As they shouted, as they panicked. As took the child delicately in their arms, took her back inside to keep her warm by the fire.
The child’s cries were carried on the wind, through the trees, over the bridge, across the river, through the dark and on and on through the night.
Back to where I fell, to where she was found. Back to where I died, where she was born.
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Notes:
1. Written on September 25th, 2017
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There lived a King and his daughter, alone in a castle in a land of endless snow.
“If you go outside you will die,” said the King.
“If I stay in here I will hardly have lived,” said his daughter, as she unbuttoned the door and stepped outside into a world she had never been allowed to know.
The King followed her to the door and pleaded with her not to go, and when she did not heed his cries he snapped an icicle from the eaves and hurled it straight into her heart.
“Go, then! Go!”
He wept. He went back inside. He sat on his throne.
She wept. She walked on. She walked away.
The snow before her whiter even than the sky. Her footsteps behind redder always than the last.
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Notes:
1. Written September 2016
2. This was the wintryest story I could find
3. The title was inspired by/derived from “There’s A River In The Valley Made Of Melting Snow, by A Silver Mt Zion