The nights have become cold, and the sun is hesitant to move over the top of the sky. It stays on the horizon. In the mornings the tip of the nose is the only thing visible above the quilts. When we breath out, it makes smoke. Getting out and putting your feet on the cold mat beside the bed is becoming increasingly harder. Staying under the warm quilts …
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