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by Dawn Chandler | Dec 15, 2012 | angel, mourning, Newtown, snow, winter
what do you do
the morning after
when you feel so utterly
angry and helpless
to help
but go to the edge
of the forest
fall to the earth
flail your cold tattered wings
and give rise
to 27 snow angels
~ dawn chandler 12.15.12