It's Sunday night, which means that Monday morning is getting so close I can almost smell it. There's only a small fence of sleep between us. I can hear its footsteps galloping across the frozen field through the mist. It's almost time for bed, but there are a couple of last things to prepare to stave off the worst when the sun rises again. Here goes...
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