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New Year's Day
I remember, last year, a great snow fall visited and mantled the earth on New Year's Eve. On New Year's Day, at the riverside, tunneling through flurry shrouded trees, their bodies bending, as if opening doors, one after another, leading me to an eternal wonder world, my skies became wings, and my heart flying to join the hawk at its end. And the Arb, in her bridal gown, so graceful, I ran my fingers gently through the loose folds on a corner of her skirt, the flakes fell off like silk pedals. On a long steep hill, I skied down nicely all the way without falling only after one trial. I had practiced hard and long in my life to slide down hills not to fall, but had never been able to do it. It seemed, at forty years old, I had suddenly gained even more physical control of my body. Excited and exhilarated, I lingered on the hill till sunset. |
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