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The snowstorm came the morning after Christmas. After howling, screeching and spiraling all night long, it piled up like a hundred white bears sleeping sideways one on top of the other. Stretching across the length and the full breadth of all open spaces, blocking and barricading doors, fences, sidewalks, streets and avenues alike.
The voice from this morning, heard after a long long time, all the way from across the oceans, hung inside her. It was reticent, yet soft and without malice. Just like the snowstorm, the day after. And that was enough.
The boulders of snow mounds stayed all week unmoved, until rain came last night. Sparrows came out after a week of hiding, chirped and took quick showers in the big icy puddles of bear shadows. The air smelled of the rain still as she took off her snow boots. Salted and stiff, they stood guard next to the unlit fireplace.
i do <3 the way you write; says so much in so little words. Keep sharing.
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