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November appears to be a long month

in only 30 days

you might never believe

that snow could fall upwards

that dust could become skin again

yet November also lets debris stir

at your feet from the year gone

you can look back and see right

to January, wondering, where did it go?

who have I become?

how have I only just found it,

a life viewed backwards to go forward