"I feel like we're living in a snow globe", she said. We were eating pizza around the wood stove, & between sips of local IPA, gazing out into a murky twilight, and two feet of fresh powder, slowly turning to mush. Temperatures were on the rise, but the power was still out. My phone pinged. "Lee couldn’t make it home past this downed tree last night and…
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