When the Wind Blows

As night falls early, the sun blotted by a solid bank of pregnant, gray cloud, the tall pines sway side-to-side in increasingly wide arcs, the shushing of their needles growing steadily in volume until the air is nothing but radio static. We bed down in the hallway, all the bedroom…

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