Under the evergreen

I dozed two nights under that evergreen bush until it was simply too cold to remain sleeping on the ground.

I don’t think I’ve ever experienced such violent shuddering before, and it’s not even winter yet.

That night was the first time I could see my breath. I wouldn . . .

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