Why do I live in a place where the weather hurts your face.

Cold wind, blustery wind

The deceiving sun taunts us through the window.

Frost forms on the inside of the windshield.

Fingers and noses numb in the air.

We live here for the summer, lakes and cool breeze

we live like bugs

Out for 3 months and die for the rest.

Now in January, we wait and we pray

for June to come once again.

 

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