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A swampy night

May 22, 2018
By noah klockow SILVER, Hartland, Wisconsin
noah klockow SILVER, Hartland, Wisconsin
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When winter arrives, the snow falls and our feet turn to icicles. Parker inhales the smell of my wet socks. Damp as a swampy pond, I sit them next to the crackling fireplace. Unpleasantness vanishes. Parker vanishes as well. While walking outside, Parker chews them. Still wet and damp, feet begin to thaw.



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