Christmas vacation in the back yard snow fort  ammunition packed hard and stacked with mitts, air glazed with icy breath, we wait for war Walking home after school captured by the bullies of Fifth Avenue Lane punched by a girl who will become  a nun   The Epiphany backyard during winter in the sun that glitters on the ice lying around me I'm three

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