Hidden danger

In the darkness, the walls reverberated, and I stirred in my bed. In the dark, I could hear my son’s soft breaths. His…

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Locked in and locked out

If there were tumbleweeds in Greenland, they would have been blowing down the street today. Instead, the snow blew low along the frozen…

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The cold that binds it

“It’s cold today, isn’t it?” I comment to my son, as we trudge up the hill toward home. “Yeah, a bit,” he replies….

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A bridge too far

It’s easy to get excited about new things, however mundane, when one lives in a small place, even if that small place happens…

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