December 2010
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Rejected verse from the 2011 Wondermark Calendar.
The snow lay thick that winter morn when Theo snuck outside —
His mom was sick, and he had sworn to never leave her side.
But something in that chilly air had called his name for weeks.
A shimmering, not fully there, brought blood into his cheeks.
“Who’s there?” he cried, in voice as hoarse as dust, from years indoors;
(His ma’d been comatose, of course, since...
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