Snow on the iced-up steps bits of slate broken, a frozen rabbit skin dangled from a hook near the door. Come in, come in, you can’t stay out there. This weather is meant for bears and even they are hibernating.   Snow piled high at the back cutting the light, frosted glass with elaborate designs….

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