Tuesday, February 11, 2025

I woke in the night to hear Steve stoking the stoves downstairs. There is hardly any sound more comfortable than clank of iron, chunk of logs--the contentment of knowing that someone else is taking care of the warmth. It's four below zero here in the homeland, but I am as snug as a rabbit in this bedroom with a stovepipe running through it, these thick blankets, the cold creaking dark beyond the window.


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