From Issue 17: In the Wake of the Storm, When Snow Had Reached the Rooftops

Rodney Torreson   my brother Dean crawled through the bathroom window and carved a path to the door. Later, while father dug for the tractor and loader, we cut channels so high through the white, that from the house to the barn and to the pig pens and beyond, birds winged through them as daylight…

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