Alison Treat | poetry
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poetry

We had a great Christmas. A happy Christmas. And then, two days ago, I turned forty. I don't feel any different, really. It's just a number. But it means I've been here, on earth, for forty years. In this strange, in-between week of Holidays, when the world slows...