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i. the day i noticed the general splendour of our chandelier |
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ii. the cat |
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iii. the day my skin was grey |
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iv. the window |
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v. the pale stars |
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vi. the mirror |
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vii. the christmas lights and the night that i saw the hobbit: the desolation of smaug |
in retrospect, december was made of coffee and film tickets and cracking skin and raw lungs from laughing northern winter air, and brick alleyways with white floors and memories of november, and the symphony orchestra performance, and the absence of pavement and the brightening of skies and the long walks through snowmobile trails, and regret, and the acquiring of sweaters and the remembrance of Jesus and the gathering of souls, and windows stained with ice.