When In Sundance

When in Sundance, Where I only knew about the festivals, I started my own fireInside a secluded cabinSo hot I opened the back door, I wrote. Popping almonds into my mouthSnow threatened to fall, or promised.I wondered about seasons and thought Obsessively about my lover. My fellows mistook my seclusion For looniness,For loneliness nestled between…

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