The Twenty-Seventh Day of Winter

I totally get the old, scary fairy tales about woods now. When the wind really starts up, it rattles the bare bones of the trees in the wood near our place so much that it creates a roar. It took me several days of hearing the noise before I realized what it was. 

Any day now, I'll look over to the woods and see Hansel and Gretel escaping with their lives.

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