Like all good places, it had not revealed itself right away. The entrance was narrower than I'd imagined.
The air grew colder and dryer. Soon the lightly packed dirt under my hands was frozen, with small shards of ice rising from it.
Inches above my head two bats clung to the roof of the cave hibernating. Beyond a few crickets and swarms of small flies.
Shubert, Nebraska
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