It rarely got so cold when I was little that we couldn’t go outside and play. But when it did, that first stinging breath was glorious and fearsome.
Read more about my Living. 2017. quest.
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It rarely got so cold when I was little that we couldn’t go outside and play. But when it did, that first stinging breath was glorious and fearsome.
Read more about my Living. 2017. quest.