January 2012
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by Nell Voss
February and the snow is hard and squeaks when crunched. It’s worse than nails on a chalkboard and it pierces my ears with every step. As it always does, Winter has long overstayed its welcome and now I’ll have to wait until the ground thaws to bury the body. It’s either that or…