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By Porch Light

The stars appear as the sky darkens. I pull my coat tight as I walk out further onto the porch. The steps covered with snow. I will go no further than the edge of the porch. Out there past the small light from the small porch light is a snow covered mystery.

I look out as the snow drifts. It’s cold so I cannot remain out here for much longer. Inside a warm bed waits. I’m out here, freezing, trying to remember a time before.

When did everything change? My mind drifts like the snow towards uncertain answers.

I could be asleep at this moment dreaming but instead of dreaming in a warm bed I’m holding onto things thought to be forgotten.

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