no marks, all fresh
what did this valley look like before people and our buildings and our roads?
to look at one flake is to look at a world
and to look at a pile or a drift is to see another
tomorrow by 10am
the drawings will be drawn
but still there will be blank space
and still there will be kids gazing out the window behind the teacher's back
waiting for the 10:30 bell
wishing for gravity to let the minute hand fall to the 6
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