Winter Blues

A Haiku

By Maegan HeilPublished 3 years ago • 1 min read

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Oh, look, it’s winter.

Gray skies. Gray snow. Wait! Up there—

Is that...Blue? Yeah, no.

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Maegan Heil

Maegan Heil spent her childhood searching for quarters between the seats of her family’s movie theater. All that time around the silver screen sparked a love for story and a passion for writing.

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Babs Iverson3 years ago
Lovely!!!

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