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Holiday Collision

My skied-eyed guy comes bounding down the stairs,

whistling Jingle Bells.

Over a steamy mug of mulled cider, he tells me

that he’s going to be Elvis for Halloween,

Can we go to the post office?

Grandma is sending the costume.”

K. Salasin


Lifelong educator, writer, retreat & journey leader, yoga & yogadance instructor.

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