I am beginning to feel the slowness of the season, the way that the frost preserves the world at first light, the cold that stiffens my muscles and makes me reluctant to leave my bed in the morning, the shortened days that feel almost like dawn and twilight meet each other around 1pm. My body carries this season as a heavy weight, though I have already …
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