The Barn
The cold was the kind that got inside you and stayed. Not the nice cold of winter pictures—snow on rooftops, breath in the air, the kind of cold that made you pull your coat tighter and feel alive. This was the mean cold. The cold that made your teeth ache and your fingers go numb and your thoughts slow to a crawl. I pulled the burlap tighter around my shoulders and tried to make myself smaller...
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