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i was the second child born to wilhemina brown before the New Year's celebration for the coming of 1918. i fell into the scene, the diminished counterpart in a shuffle note, an unexpected second beat that rang out...

i joined the brother, born minutes earlier.
i remember he writhed furiously in the novel atmosphere.

THE WINDOW.
the snow beat its indecisive gravimetric rhythm this windy wintery New Year's.
the snow made monolithic formations with no indication of dimension or depth on New Year's, the day that I was born.