8th November 1913

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Sunlight fills my room
With hot dust, lucent, grey.
I wake, and I remember:
Today is your saint's day.
That's why even the snow
Is warm beyond the window,
That's why, sleeplessly,
Like a communicant, I slept.

8th November 1913 was featured as The Short Story of the Day on Sun, Nov 08, 2020
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