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61 A Basket of Flaming Ashes I Cry when It’s Cold Every winter I cry Tears bathe my face as winds slap my eyes. At work the question is always the same ‘‘Are you crying?’’ ‘‘I cry when it’s cold’’ I say. They don’t believe me And now I wonder… May be I cry For lost totems, spaces, stories, hearths, laughs, and faces. Or maybe I cry for me and you Displaced, misused, abused, misjudged, dislodged! 62 ...

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