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out into the cold

“It doesn’t matter,” she said, “that your socks don’t match-

“Are You Warm?”

She smiles and kneels beside the chair where preparations are being made to Go Outside

and kisses slender knees half concealed by woolen stockings, one pink striped, the other gray;

gently tickles little toes

hiding in the warmth of her hands.

She tugs the stockings up tightly before rolling down wrinkled pantlegs,

a motherly barrier against bruises and scrapes and sighs

and I suddenly remember my mother kissing me when I was young and preparing

To Go Off

into the cold world with stockings unmatched.


"The only time to eat diet food is while you're waiting for the steak to cook." Julia Child

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