Margaret Atwood
Sep 08, 2020
1 minute
WINTER VACATIONS
How quickly we’re skimming through time,leaving behind usa trail of muffin crumbsand wet towels and hotel soapslike white stones in the forest.But something’s eroded them:we can’t trace them backto that meadow where we began so eagerlywith the berry-filled cups, and the parentswho had not yet abandoned usto take their chances in the ground.
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