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In winter, when your feet never feel warm, you tread heavily to the end of the jetty. The snow is just thick enough to groan under every step.
In winter, when you leave the house in darkness and your breath clots icily under your nose, there is nearly silence. The snow groans, the water beats its weird pulse, and you huff along carefully to the end of the jetty.
Your lips are icy, when at the end, you whisper a name.
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