Prior, after Dunlevy and before Malkin

Spring took a step backwards into winter last night. The air was very cold and my hands were awkward as I tied, untied and then re-tied the knots. I didn’t realize until later, when I had gotten home, that reaching through the barbed wire had left deep gashes all up and down my forearms. Early next morning, on the other side of the fence – Sherry.

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