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On the day the twins were born Dad promised me my very own tent The snow was falling fat flakes on the river like feathers from my pillow when I have a fight with Jon It was hard to think of sleeping under the stars with the tricky wind tickling our noses nibbling our ears But Dad bent his head to the frozen ground "Listen hard," he said "and you can hear spring snoring" So I bent too and listened and heard a tiny puh puh puh gentle as a baby's breath "She'll be getting up soon," Dad said But we tiptoed all the way home so she wouldn't wake up yet