Metaphor of the Day 2/10/2013

Tasting the gray whiteness in my soul, I bite into this snow shooting down and defying all desires to bring about a truce.  I imagine the complexity of feeling within a soldier inside a trench and the snow falls like when they were a child.  I imagine the hiding places for soldiers in the Middle East with not snow that is shooting down–just heat and no truce.

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