I woke up at 4 a.m., overheating and unable to sleep. The rich pasta I’d made for dinner using duck eggs and lots of cheese had my metabolism in overdrive. Though the temperature in the house was only 15 °C, it felt like my body was acting as a furnace, keeping the tiny house warm well after the fire went out. Too warm under the blankets, too cold witho…
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A shooting star, a forest rave, and wild wonder at 4 a.m.
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