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And then I woke up

Before this memory of a fake fades: last night you were in my dreams. We were sitting down somewhere, anywhere, everywhere. My arm was wrapped around you, your head rested on my shoulder. Wind from nowhere at our backs, you look at me.

“I missed you,â€? you said.

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Dear you,

Tell me, is the winter over? Can you finally give all of those knit reindeer sweaters a resting place in the attic? If you peak your head out the window, will you see the sun shine? How many snowflakes fell? Were there enough to cover the ground? Did your breath ever fog up the glass? Did your hair ever curl and freeze after a shower?

I’m so full of questions. This winter seemed so long that I nearly forgot snow does not hamper cell phone signals, or impede e-mails, or stop Facebook messages titled ‘Hi’ dead in their tracks.

It’s still snowing here.

-Me