We lived in a very small cabin on a pig farm in what is known as Gippsland in Victoria, Australia. It was the winter of 1976, the coldest in twenty years. Although it was rare, it snowed that week and all we had to warm the place was a coal burning stove. Even after all these years I still smell that putrid yellow coal smoke. I laid in bed with my magic garments on, a track suit, and two pairs of
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