Wind chimes dangle on a
front porch. We walked down
to the Commons, where people laced
their skates in celebration of
a fresh snow. Frozen fish
beneath the rocky surface
of a shallow pond. The darkness
of midnight. The ending
of all things.

Wind chimes dangle on a
front porch. We walked down
to the Commons, where people laced
their skates in celebration of
a fresh snow. Frozen fish
beneath the rocky surface
of a shallow pond. The darkness
of midnight. The ending
of all things.
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