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Poltava Frost

Poltava Frost

by | Apr 2, 2021 | S, Short Story, Stoly Manning

This is the first time I’m going to Poltava; the ground is frozen, but there is no snow. The white sky, concrete buildings, and dead grass give the illusion that I’ve lost my color vision. The air is biting and the inside of my nose stings on the inhales. The...