when you saw
three dogs
off their leashes
run free
through the snow,
barking in
the cold, rolling
wildly into
one another.
not quite puppies,
and not yet
old. you
remember well
those days, those
years of wrestling
with your
brothers and
friends in
the white of pure
fallen snow. it
seems like
yesterday too.
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