“How do you feel about cold weather?” “J'ai froid,” her contorted brow and chatteringteeth screamed as she paced back and forth, back and forth racing against the raindropsslipping down her windowpane. She knots a scarfaround her neck tighter in hopes it's thread will trap even a flicker of hope and warmth as a shieldagainst this… Continue reading Cold Knots
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