But still …

I don’t know how real, really is reality.

The snow is white and ethereal, but chilling. I want to feel the texture, and see if it melts in the warmth of my palms. But I stay in, for I fear the wolf out there.

It never moves. Some people say a taxidermist kept it there. But still…

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Twittering Tales #113

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