steam

She sat in the corner on a stiff handmade chair and the cabin was ice on the inside and out. The steam rose up from underneath quilts piled high, making the low bed a volcanic mountain of red and gold.

[View of a cabin and a tree surrounded by a fence.]

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"... all my lovers were there with me, all my past and futures."

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