Who am I? And how, I wonder, will this story end?
The sun has e up and I am sitting by a window that is foggy with the breath of a life... gone by. Im a sight this m: two shirts, heavy pants, a scarf ed twice around my ned tucked into a thick sweater knitted by my daughter thirty birthdays ago. The thermostat in my room is set as high as it will go, and a smaller space heater sits directly behi clicks and groans and spews hot air like a fairy-tale dragon, and still my body shivers with a cold that will never go away, a cold that has beey years in the making.
Eighty years, I think sometimes, ae my otany age, it still amazes me that I havent been warm since Gee Bush resident.
I wonder if this is how it is for everyone my age.
My life? It isnt easy to explain. It has not been the rip-r spectacular I fa would be, but her have I burrowed around with the gophers (small burrowing rodent (native to the North Ameri prairies). I suppose it has most resembled a bl……（内容加载失败！）
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