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The boy, age seven Stayed behind the others - Remained outside in waist deep snow While his newly assigned family plodded and stomped onto the back porch of the great house, shaking snow and cracked ice from their matted sweaters, Shedding their scarves, wet gloves and socks . Loud excited voices growing muffled and faint until they disappeared completely into the warmth and comfort of interior rooms. It was the boy's first winter in western New York and he had never known such monumental silence or seen the world disappear so completely in snowstorm and dusk. His cheeks burned red; His toes and fingers grew fat and numb – How long would it take, he wondered, for fresh snow and wind to obliterate his footsteps completely, leaving no evidence of the path that had brought him there; Until it looked as if he had just been dropped into someone's yard; as if he had just appeared from nowhere. Before he began to move again – before he headed inside with the others he smiled. In the space between his thoughts there was a moment of silence deeper than anything he had ever felt before.
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Nov 22, 2017
Nov 22, 2017 at 6:24 PM UTC
The boy, age seven
The boy, age seven Stayed behind the others - Remained outside in waist deep snow While his newly assigned family plodded and stomped onto the back porch of the great house, shaking snow and cracked ice from their matted sweaters, Shedding their scarves, wet gloves and socks . Loud excited voices growing muffled and faint until they disappeared completely into the warmth and comfort of interior rooms. It was the boy's first winter in western New York and he had never known such monumental silence or seen the world disappear so completely in snowstorm and dusk. His cheeks burned red; His toes and fingers grew fat and numb – How long would it take, he wondered, for fresh snow and wind to obliterate his footsteps completely, leaving no evidence of the path that had brought him there; Until it looked as if he had just been dropped into someone's yard; as if he had just appeared from nowhere. Before he began to move again – before he headed inside with the others he smiled. In the space between his thoughts there was a moment of silence deeper than anything he had ever felt before.
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Nov 22, 2017
Nov 22, 2017 at 6:24 PM UTC
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