Starvation. Raw. Bitter. Bleak. Biting. I can’t even imagine those days a few short months ago when flesh was exposed in sandals and sleeves considered unnecessary. Every year the first frosts seem so hard to bear. Like a bear all I want to do is hibernate, in a ball. But, sadly, it’s not possible. Instead, hats and gloves […]
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