Forty Below Wind Chill

It’s cold days like these, the coldest of days, that it makes sense to me why people in the olden days didn’t bathe or change clothes very much.

As a little girl I used to sit in the bathroom, the warmest room in the house, on top of the heat register and read books.

It’s days like these, the coldest of days, that I’m nostalgic for that warm spot.

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