a-side frost, part four…and so the day beginswith the bellowing of cowsand an air that wears its frost like a skin… b-side the last teabag, squeezed until it's nothing left to give, it's been a trooper, gave all that it could, it's done five cups, five, and even though by then it was barely tea […]

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