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Silver and Gold by Alexandre Deschaumes
This is the landscape of Landmannalaugar mountains, Iceland, just after grimsvotn volcano eruption. The snow is covered with ash.

Silver and Gold by Alexandre Deschaumes

This is the landscape of Landmannalaugar mountains, Iceland, just after grimsvotn volcano eruption. The snow is covered with ash.

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Three years later, a new girl sits cross-legged on your bed.
She tastes like a different flavor of bubblegum than you are used to.
She opens up a book that you had to read in high school,
and a folded picture of us falls out of chapter three.
Now there are two unfinished stories resting in her lap.
Inevitably, she asks, and you tell her.

You say: I dated her a while back.
You don’t say: Sometimes, when I’m holding you,
I imagine the smell of her vanilla perfume.

You say: She was younger than me.
You don’t say: The sixteen summers in her bones
warmed the eighteen winters my skin had weathered.

You say: It’s nothing now.
You don’t say: But it was everything then.