Snow Angel, Sand Angel Flashcards
The whole class will make dioramas about the season they pick out of her straw beach hat.
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“Don’t let me get winter,” I say to myself.
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I reach in and spin the papers around: winter.
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Dried branches for dormant trees
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And white glitter to sprinkle on cotton-ball bald spots.
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My father helps me finish mine.
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“Migration,” I write.
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They come home.
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“In the wintertime, the golden plover comes home to our backyard.
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He’s skinny and hungry from flying three thousand miles nonstop from Alaska!
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I put my golden plover in the middle of the field.
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But this all makes me sad.
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My eyes grow big with excitement.
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“It’s three days old,” my father sighs.
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The storm came on Wednesday night.
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“Don’t run around too much on the summit or you’ll get dizzy,” my father reminds me.
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“We’re nearly inside the heavens.”
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“There’s a lot less oxygen up here, so you better take it easy.”
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“Oh cripes,” I tell him, out of breath, and so dizzy I think I’ll be sick.
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“Protect your hands, so you don’t get frostbite.”
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Someday, I won’t have to wear my father’s old socks, loose and wet, over my cold hands.
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“This is all we’ve got.”
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“Cheer up!” my mother calls to us as she tries to snap some pictures.
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“No way!” I yell back.
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“I’ve got two tiny lava rocks for the eyes,” he says placing them in the melting mound.
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“And I found this mamane branch for his pipe,” my father says.
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My mother puts an ume where his nose would be.
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