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December 10, 2008
The night comes down, the way it always does. He stokes up the fire, knowing it will be burned out by morning and the house cold. So far, this has been the coldest winter in years, and the only heat in his little wooden cottage is the woodstove. Wearily, he climbs the steep steps to his bedroom. He puts off going to bed as long as he can. Itís not reluctance to leave the warmth of the fireside. Itís reluctance to approach his cold bed, where she waited for him for so many years, companions in life and in dreams.