The Puffer Coat

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Like the rush of the wind, eighteen is now fifty-seven— but the girl that I knew is still inside, dancing barefoot in the snow, but this time in a puffer coat, earmuffs, hat, scarf, and gloves— wiser now, but still wild in her wonder, still chasing stars, still laughing under the wide-open hush of a winter sky. Still laughing under the quiet grace of time, where the winter’s hush brings peace, not strife— each breath a whisper, still full of life.