Short Story About Standing In The Snow
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She was at the gas station by the
corner of the building and she
held her bags close on both sides of her body and
the snow was falling around her like
wishes that she had given up on
long time ago.

I stood at the pump
under the awning and
thought that while I may have it easier
she stood with
more grace
more certainty
and more purpose
than I do
on any day
of any week
of any year.