The Rock Who Cried

Photograph XI -- Snowflake

I have a Polaroid snapshot

Four women standing beneath a tree.

Branches —

Moist bark, black as sin, covered with and
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Do you remember?

They woke us at five.

"Quick! Open the curtains and look outside."

We jumped out of bed and tugged at the
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Outside, snow -

Complete unfamiliarity covered by white.

We spent so long looking that we weren't dressed
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Omelettes for breakfast!

Poor Tom got sent for the bacon and mushrooms
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It took him so long to return that we just
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After two giant omelettes,
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We all went out to play in the snow.

God, what fun we had with children's games:

Snowball fights,

Races and

Lots of snow down each neck.

You got cold and borrowed my coat because you
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Everyone looked so beautiful that I ran inside,
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It was the first time my Hawaiian girl had
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Do you remember?