This is my suitcase of summer clothes.
My carry-on full of fluttery cloth.
When I left, it's all I brought.
Now, I watch the thin snow
and the governor says to stay at home
and home is wherever you are.
I wear the winter dress I left
when I left for Brazil
when I left for New York.
I lived another life I'm so much more
beautiful in this than I was before.
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