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What the Postcard Didn't Say 
How winter turns you. 
How coal slides from the mine
  
and hovers over fields. 
How the neck of a bird 
jerks and pulls
  
the body in gasping tugs. 
How your skated feet stutter 
across ice, blades cutting 
the lake in shaves and slivers. 
by Sarah Gallagher 
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