A poem for the winter solstice.
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Water with Ice
Somewhere over the eastern Irish coast, at an altitude of 35,000 feet en route to Newark, two United flight attendants wheeled the drinks cart near my seat and began to take requests. I couldn’t hear what the people in front of me were ordering, but I did hear the attendants follow up with another question:
“Do you want that with ice?”
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Between Two Rivers 