From Graeme: New Years Eve, we went for a hike through the woods. Passed through a number of fields too. Phil really wanted to wrestle, but no one else was particularly into it. I was especially opposed to rough-housing there, poorly outfitted for the snow & freezing cold. Phil decided to tackle me anyways. We landed in some bramble & frost-bitten shrubs or something. When I landed, a stick stabbed me about a millimetre from my right eye. I chastised Phil and we returned to the house. As we approached the light of the house, I realized that a stream of blood had spilled from the wound and had frozen to my face.
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