If I could demand it all back it would be about horses and the colour grey. And my cigarettes and that bitter cold. We had oil burners on all day, my sheets were heavy with it. I washed my hands until they were too dry to move. I only ate orange chocolate and I wrote everything down on loose paper. Sleep was easy and my chest filled up so warmly.
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