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[Ten moments of silence.] I I fell in love with the full, fluffy heaps of white on sidewalks, the icicles that clung to gutters and railings. II My mountains changed; They're blue and ridged now. The summers bleed the pavement like steaming gray socks. Shade does not offer solace from moist, viscous air. In the afternoons, if luck chances by, the humidity lofts into thick purple clouds and rain slaps hot pavement. I can breathe. III The carrot leaves fell from gold foliage like drops of sunset. I closed my eyes and saw twelve wild turkeys gaggle cross the yard, a doe freeze, framed by the window, ineffable bright-lined