It’s minus nine, and all I can think about is my fingers. Stinging and brittle, I’m sure they must have fallen off. But as I hurry home to check, I’m jolted out of my self pity by a barn owl. I’ve noticed it all day and all night recently. Motionless on fence posts, then fluttering and pale,…
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