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Posting from my phone.
Ice storm mostly. Windows and Skylights coated. Strange light. We are encased, like an igloo.
Big Wind. House is creaking.
The Man sleeps through it.
We are holding hands.
Soul-o has crossed a line.
Posted on March 14, 2017 in Soul-o, weathering the storm | Permalink