November 19, 2015

“The house was filled with ghosts although we could not see them. We felt them in corners. There were cold drafts that moved. We walked into and through them. We were always cold. Everyone in the house wore coats and heavy sweaters. Our necks were swathed in scarfs. When we slept, we wrapped blankets around ourselves. The furnace roared and the only fireplace was crackling with embers but we still could not get warm. Even if we huddled together, there was no comfort from the cold. We stood over the stove and warmed our hands that way.”

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