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I stop to wipe up the smoked maple syrup`
and cracked black pepper,
next to the cinnamon and an expired jar of ashes,
on a top sequestered shelf,
hidden behind the stash
of pungent magic mushrooms and copper pennies
no one wants,
and the fancy teacups no one drinks from.

A Snowy Night
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Connie Song

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Deborah Barchi

Written by Deborah Barchi

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Deborah Barchi has recently retired from her career as a librarian and now has time to read, explore nature, and write poetry and essays.

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