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Wednesday, September 25, 2002

First Frost

We ran the heater for the first time in our new home. It's a strange machine. Gas and water and electricity somehow mix under its shell, in its pipes and tubes and dials and valves, with no explosions or local lightning. It stretches and sighs when I try to fall asleep. Stay awake. Keep me company.

The kid screamed at midnight with the terrors, something we thought was gone.

All is clear this morning. Mother and child sleep (snore!), the cat has found a warm spot where the pipes run under the tiles, the grass is white, and the window ledge is smoking in the sun.


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