Tiny fingers tremble.
A child watches crystals form infinite patterns on the window.
An eye expands in a magnifying glass.
The gas fire dies.
Mascara streaks her face. "How did it come to this?"
He looks away. "Money for old rope. Winter will end though, I promise.”
Snowflake's settle.
The end.
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