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i n e v e r k n e w c o l d
I never knew winter before I came here.
I was acquainted with Frost, but only acquainted
because
silvery birches have no place amidst orange groves
golden skin sweet with fresh juice
and a land baked under giant sienna sun
And here, they joke "What day is summer?"
We would have said:
what day is winter?
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-- you got it. catholic. catholic obsession, the boy whom this series is named after was also catholic. his current girlfriend's methodist.
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