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last thursday was our house snowing night at marie's "new" home. we had homemade soup, salad, rice and 5-nut cakeball; takeaway ox tail, ox belly, ox tendon and various kinds of desserts. also there were yellow, red, white laos wines, as well as talks and remembrances to an exceptional lady. the night was happily warm. here is a little poem marie wrote for a friend:

THE SEASON TO LISTEN
For N.    

Heart is glass, body
Transparent. Snow has been falling
For seven hours.  

A tree to trace. Eye along
The line, the lace.
In winter, nothing falls away.

here is another one she wrote after the taihang snow night:

LATENT HAPPINESS
For E. and W.

Sometimes I touch his words
Before he does. And then
We sing. Of jacaranda
Blue mountains, snow.
Tell me a song I do not know.
Air yet to exist.

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