so arctic inside, they stand Matryoshka dolls listening for tiny words echoes of hope in each other’s eyes but then the breeze comes blowing red into their noses forming creases around their eyes it feels so cold here because they can’t feel each other’s thoughts anymore. by Andy Kubai   Andy Kubai is a writer and…

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