Snow must be falling in the darkness—I feel the flakes on my hand. The porch shivers as the furnace under the house kicks on.
Daily short takes from an Appalachian hollow
Snow must be falling in the darkness—I feel the flakes on my hand. The porch shivers as the furnace under the house kicks on.
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40C. Plants and grass are browning off in the heat.
Ginger sprouting in the compost bin. Dogs panting.