Hunker Down
/I’m cold. The sky is overcast; the ground is covered in filthy, crusty snow. It rains, freezes, snows, melts – all of them every week, over and over again. My driveway’s become a skating rink, some unspecified accident waiting to happen. The sun hasn’t set after 5PM for three months now, and firewood’s running low. We’re hunkered down.
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