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Pockets of Winter
The pockets of winter are thoroughly dependable, quickly warmed and completely if not secretly ours. How expeditiously and unconsciously we the soft-fleshy-fragile creatures of habit have come to depend on them. Most often seen at the door, in a last minute pack—the preparations of our external winter endeavors: like Shackleton going out for milk. Deep and best without holes are the cavities of our multi-marsupial fake fur. How I will miss those places when the temperatures rise and I shed down to my near pocketless layer.
Toni Montuori is a recreational artist who occasionally sculpts words. She lives in mid-state New York, adores winter but won’t deny spring. Having escaped New Jersey in the early1980’s, she is still free roaming.
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