Ice

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I awake in the darkness of the early morn to the clicking of icey talons on my bedroom window as some cold creature attempts to break through the glass.

I walk gingerly down darkened stairs to find the tapping has moved into the vents as the old furnace begins to rumble to warm life.

Later I am awakened by the news that a loved one faraway is sick.

Underneath the sill there is a small puddle of water. I turn up the thermostat and pray the cold is kept at bay.

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