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In Winter Krista Marie DeBehnke A doe and fawn wander up Maple Drive, past the shed breathing wind through cracked walls. They are half-hidden beneath beams of moonlight, filtered through clouds that threaten a storm. My father told me once if there’s one, there’s more, so I slow the Corolla I learned to drive years ago in winter. I look for movement. They press their knees into the fresh dusting of snow that covers my father’s yard, shaded by a pine— the perfect place for sleep—as I wonder how they can be so cold and still dream.

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Apeiron Review | Summer 2015  

The summer issue of Apeiron Review, a Philadelphia-based literary magazine, is ready for you and a glass of your favorite beverage. Cool off...

Apeiron Review | Summer 2015  

The summer issue of Apeiron Review, a Philadelphia-based literary magazine, is ready for you and a glass of your favorite beverage. Cool off...