Woo hoo! It dropped down to 52 degrees last night.
Snuggling is so much more fun beneath the covers. 😀
His back bowed, his horse screamed. When I was drained, he slid from the saddle and hit the ground. Stepping over him, I mounted the frantic mare. She danced, eyes wild in the face of the storm. My arm felt hung with weights as I lifted it, palm-out, and began a low chant that made the wind break for a moment before its roar redoubled. It was not pleased, but it did obey.
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