The Distant Joke
The frost bites. You hold it. The ice is sharp. It cuts. You do not let go. The wind screams. It has teeth. You stand on the porch. The house is cold. The wood groans. It breathes. It hates you. You are the soldier. You are the guard. The enemy is the air. The enemy is the lung. Cough. Blood on the lip. Red. Bright. You wipe it. You hide it. The cough comes back. Deeper. It rattles the ribs. It...
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