["Don pointed at this house"]
Don and I stayed in Old South yesterday - wandering about for one hour - due to the cold wind, cold enough to freeze our words in mid-air.
["I liked the upper window on this one"]
["On the way home w a pocketful of frozen conversation"]
I saved some of our frozen conversation, warmed it up in a fry pan and at 2:15 listened to what we'd said earlier.
Don said, "My nose is bright red."
I said, "I can't see it. My eyes are sealed."
I think the next sentence was us chortling.
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