Mar 2, 2015
“There it was again, the prickling sense of standing on a precipice.”
“There it was again, the prickling sense of standing on a precipice.”
The snow was so heavy I could barely make it to the barn to feed the horses. I gave them extra hay and then, on my way back to the house, I tied a rope from the barn door to the house door so I can find my way to the horses again even if the snow totally covers my little world. We kept the fireplace going all night hoping the cabin would stay warm. The wind howled and blew the snow sideways.…
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