via i.imgur.com (& Reddit) …They never really leave the clearing. It’s just that you only see them when the branches of the trees clatter in the wind like dancing bones. You only see them when the snow comes down straight, eternally descending, shredded lace curtains. You only see them when a child is lost and cold, his only companion the ghost of his breath in the chill air before him.

via i.imgur.com (& Reddit)

…They never really leave the clearing. It’s just that you only see them when the branches of the trees clatter in the wind like dancing bones. You only see them when the snow comes down straight, eternally descending, shredded lace curtains. You only see them when a child is lost and cold, his only companion the ghost of his breath in the chill air before him.

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