JamesAnok || ThetaState:
1: What you find in the forest may not be what you expect, nor what you want. And your only hope is that the sun will burn the memory away.
JamesAnok || ThetaState:
2: He wondered what they would say after the thaw. If they would even notice. He could almost hear the brittle snap of ice crystals sealing up the open water.
JamesAnok || ThetaState:
3: Nothing was left to be done. So he turned, crunchy snow underfoot, and practiced crying.