The stranger is back, lurking in half-light at the edge of the fire.
"You just gonna watch?"
The other woman nods.
"I wish I could hold your hands and dance."
The stranger speaks: "Extend your tongue when the snow falls tomorrow. The first flake to melt in your mouth will be me."
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Writer of queer and trans fiction, marathon runner, generally a huge weirdo.
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