She could barely make out the maple only 20 feet away.

She began to pace and time wore on, one agonizingly slow minute after the next, and the white world darkened, closing in.

WINTER FORECAST BY TERI MAYOR 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 42

The snow-burdened wind gathered up across broad prairies to the west and then stormed across the dirty brown expanse of Lake Erie, slamming with incredible ferocity into the …

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