The wind’s coming in the cracks now.

The wind’s shifted as it does.

 I am skinned with it. 

This is when Peg ‘d gather me up with a laugh and tell me to stop the complaining. 

She was the worst weaver in the county and her blanket couldn’t keep out a cool whiff. 

But her full body was warm with comfort and her arms held my breasts 

until the heat consumed us both 

and afterwards we slept. 

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