[So, it's like a cubby but in the snow. Grey has made a few cubbies in his day on the train. It's the only form of privacy he'd ever had.
Now he's alone except for these words on a screen.
He finds he'd rather be surrounded by people.
The digging and the finding sticks and all of that takes a long time. But at least he's moving. At some point, he loses feeling in his fingers and toes, but he's not one to give up. Eventually he has carved out a place for him to back into. It's out of the wind and it's quiet, the kind of quiet that echoes. ]
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Now he's alone except for these words on a screen.
He finds he'd rather be surrounded by people.
The digging and the finding sticks and all of that takes a long time. But at least he's moving. At some point, he loses feeling in his fingers and toes, but he's not one to give up. Eventually he has carved out a place for him to back into. It's out of the wind and it's quiet, the kind of quiet that echoes. ]
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