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Home is red, and white, and smiles shining so bright 

The sun wonders if he’s doing his job right 

Time is slower here, like a snail leaving a stain 

But marks this deep aren’t washed away by morning rain  

The words on compasses give us directions we already know  

East, West, North, South- thaw the ice and snow 

We held in our hearts for too long 

We thought letting go was wrong 

You are a snail 



Lily Eldridge '27


Heeva Alavi '27

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