Surviving Alone in a Treehouse. Building a Birdhouse. I’m escaping the cold in a warm room.
Rain taps the roof as I sand cedar scraps, my treehouse sanctuary sealed against winter’s bite. Below, the world freezes; up here, a single lantern glows. My hands shape a …
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