Foul winds continue to batter the mountain. I wake in darkness to the sound of cracking trees. I dress quickly and shuffle to the kitchen to discover the power is out. I fumble with my phone flashlight for the oil lamp, the candles, the kindling to start the fire and get the coffee brewing.
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