Story 567 - Frozen to the boneIt's still dark when I wake up the dog, huddled at our feet. The frost paints flowers on the window panes. Or are they clouds? I don't know, we talked about it for maybe an hour yesterday. Right after we were lying on the ground by the warm stove on our sleeping bags and didn't feel like doing anything at all. They reported extreme frosts in the Jizera Mountains. We heard them on the bus from Jablonec. The dog was f…
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Story 567 - Frozen to the boneIt's still dark when I wake up the dog, huddled at our feet. The frost paints flowers on the window panes. Or are they clouds? I don't know, we talked about it for maybe an hour yesterday. Right after we were lying on the ground by the warm stove on our sleeping bags and didn't feel like doing anything at all. They reported extreme frosts in the Jizera Mountains. We heard them on the bus from Jablonec. The dog was f…