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Letter to my brother

Letter to my brother from the Onondaga County Jail In the snow, in the blinding snow— I thought of you the sullen, gray winter day they brought me there. Handcuffed, shackled I wondered what you would think if you could have seen me: stumbling into the long cellblock— in my winter dress green uniform trying to seem aloof, hard-edged, I had just turned twenty. Now I wonder where you were that winter— did you know where they’d taken me? Did you know I never even said ...