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Monday, December 17, 2012

Keeping Quiet

By Lisa Steinman

I've never heard a snow-free
night so still. Are you there, ears?
There are not even crickets -- no frogs --

trafficking with darkness.
No one's going
anywhere, but
nothing stays put.

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