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Kerosene in the kitchen.
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Six below at sunset as i fixed the fire.
Wind crosschecked the house.
Tenons creaked in mortices.
Tongues of cold lashed between the boards.
Exalted by the blessings of electricity
I packed the foam around the door
Wrapped heat tape around the pipes,
And then the house shut down.
Dark and quiet with the wind.
The dog was born for this, while i
Awaited intervention by the minor gods.
All praise the Rural Linemen.
