Have you ever noticed how quiet it gets when it snows?
It's like the ice crystals, those fractaled frigid fingers, have dampened all sound and suffocated all hearing.
Like tiny ghosts that haunt the air and swallow all hope.
They have come again, harkening another hard winter without you here.
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Eric B. Hunter
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Comments (3)
Love the silent feel of this, and those last few words hit home. Winter can be a brutal time depending on how you’re feeling,especially in loss. Love this line “those fractaled frigid fingers, have dampened all sound and suffocated all hearing.”
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This is really good!