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*A dismal few hours, watching the snow flutter across the window and the wind turns colder, whipping through the cracks in the wood that seemed so secure. The hinges creak as though taunting me and I shiver, holding Henry close. We must stay here until the morning. I try desperately to make myself comfortable but every time the wind catches the cover, startling me awake. I am almost ready to surrender when I hear footsteps and the door opens, shining a lamp into the barn*
Posted on: Sun, 21 Dec 2014 20:42:53 +0000

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