Snow

He stood there, in the middle of falling snow, lost eyes staring aimlessly in the distance.

A small shadow walks up to him and they both stare quietly beyond the white landscape.

"Aren't you cold?" The small shadow said.

"No. Not really."

"You should come back inside. It's warmer."

"There is nothing left for me there. Not anymore."

"There is hot stew and fresh baked bread."

The man does not reply nor does he move an inch.

The shadow stays for a while longer before heading back in, leaving the man alone with his lost thoughts.

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