Still not dead, maybe
Air temperature 15 F, near calm, scattered thin clouds moving in as I risked life and limb to get the newspaper. Who knows what those folds of cheap processed wood fiber have smuggled past our defensive perimeter?
Air temperature 15 F, near calm, scattered thin clouds moving in as I risked life and limb to get the newspaper. Who knows what those folds of cheap processed wood fiber have smuggled past our defensive perimeter?