The Quiet Season
The Coat That Still Remembers
–—the cold is no longer a novelty; it’s a presence pressing against the door frame You pull it from the closet’s hush,where…
The Quiet Season
–—the cold is no longer a novelty; it’s a presence pressing against the door frame You pull it from the closet’s hush,where…
The Quiet Season
–—this poem leans into sensory wonder, cold clarity, and the first real acknowledgment that the world has changed overnight It falls without…
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