The iced-over windchime
the pink sunrise
sugar and cream in the coffee
thoughts of mortality
thoughts of immortality
a dream of claustrophobia
can you say anything more political than "sugar and cream in the coffee"?
Three cats puffed up in the snow like marshmallow caterpillars
the red bird
the white teacup
the lover drives off on his long commute
no horses
horses
snow
I am not yet used to writing 2011.
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