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The Language of Frost by Bill West
"The Language of Frost" won our micro of the season
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He drifts
across frozen fields to the house beside the tam watches her fromthe garden as she sits motionless at a Christmas table set for two, her plate untouched.
He strokes the
window with phantom fingers and in the fractal language of frost he writes "love" on every pane.
©; 2008 West
