The Miscreant
It was a very dark but not stormy very early late November morning. The bedroom felt cold enough that I regretted letting the wood stove go out during the night. Everything about the cold blackness screamed, “Don’t get up! Stay in bed where it’s warm until it gets light out!” I should have listened…
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