After That- Inga Abele
February 8, 2013, 1:23 pm
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In a snowdrift this morning the cat sentenced a pigeon. Snowing for the fourth hour and, looking into the white swirling, I think about how peacefully the courtyard gets along without the pigeon. And now I am in the landscape, that is after that.
           Roofs full of peace, snow pouring from emptiness, only the trees occasionally shiver. But they’re always like that.

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