Every winter
February 12, 2014It’s not as if she didn’t expect the heavy limbs, the deadening of her body. These things happened every winter, as soon as the sun disappeared and the ice took hold. She kept a countdown of the days, checking them off one by one until they started getting long enough to get her home before dark. She slept with the lights on if necessary, determined to use any method she could to beat back the oppression of early night. Every day she survived took her one day closer to when spring would finally return.
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