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{homeostasis} nick bertelson "The cold is good for us. These changes. Winter.” These things I mumbled almost a year ago while wrapped up in her blanket, window open, the room cold. Her breath lingered longer than mine from the cigarette smoke escaping her. Alone now, at three in the morning, I remember this cold being good for me (for us). Kneading my numb feet, I think: Shut the window but remain. Feet in hand. |
