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postal
Brisk walk, windchill
Leaves paint shadows on the sidewalk
A small flock of sparrows flit away
Avoiding my footfalls
A book tucked under my arm
I think of you fondly
It's the distance
Sending signals across the pond
Marred by fatal crossings
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