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<div class="MsoNormal"><span style="layout-grid-mode:line">A Winter’s Alcove<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<div class="MsoBodyText"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-weight:normal">There
are sorrowful, chilled fogs these days that remind one of his mortality. We are
in that season when the sun loses the eternal tug-of-war with the icy moon, as
exhausted leaves fall like wounded soldiers from desperate trees.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<div class="MsoBodyText2"><span style="font-size:12.0pt">It is the time when the
earth falls into her hibernation to conceive the unhappy dreams of lost loves,
a time when we are reminded of whom we have offended and forgotten and left
behind. It is the time of cold rains and hungry animals.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<div class="MsoNormal"><span style="layout-grid-mode:line">Let me kiss you, turn
your collar up to the gray cold, take your hand, and strut the joyous walk of
love defying the face of the storm. I will make fire and create a dry alcove
for you in this river of iced waters, put my arms around your sadness and for
one brief and exotic moment take you to where we will lay naked on warm blessed
sands, bask in the sun, and laugh at our melancholy.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<div class="MsoNormal"><span style="layout-grid-mode:line">Let us heap our fears in
the cold night where they will feel at home, polish our joys, and wear them
around our necks.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>- Armando Garcia-Dávila<a name="_GoBack"></a></div>
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