Life in a Northern Town

“We’re fucked.”

There they were — night air, stale cigarettes, splintered porch bench — with their land, for now at least, spread before them beneath the twinkling stars.

And because a woman never wants to hear such words fall from her husband’s lips, she voiced a less-than-honest response of her own, to reassure him.

“We’ll find a way out of this.”

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