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Destination…Survival
By Peggy June  
Painting by Addison 
Looking out my boss's window at the snow, I saw her --
The heavy old woman, broad shoulders hunched from too much   work,
The simple brown coat trying its best to keep her warm, knowing it couldn't, really.
Her scarf, no match for the blizzard, tied securely under her chin, seemed brave,
Her un-gloved hands braver.
But her legs -- her legs were covered only in skin-colored panty hose
And her flimsy tennis shoes bore the brunt of the cold and the weight.
The boys from the nearby high school were dressed in down jackets, hats and gloves, and
The driving snow excited them and made their school break more interesting.
The woman lumbered by them, head down, used to looking at too many floors, too many sidewalks.
"Get a hat, gloves, leggings," I wanted to shout.
But she didn't seem to notice the cold. 
She didn't seem to be aware of anything except her destination.