Omg. Winter night. Smoke-filled air. Smell of skunks. Lame space heater. Quiet light. Strewn hills. An owl calling over and over, somewhere in the distance, in the cold air and starlight.
Omg. Winter night. Smoke-filled air. Smell of skunks. Lame space heater. Quiet light. Strewn hills. An owl calling over and over, somewhere in the distance, in the cold air and starlight.
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