Snow has come, deadly deep and still.
Deer, driven by hunger, are eating the bushes beneath my windows.
Huddled by the fire, I sense them there in the darkness, just beyond the glass, watching.
I do not turn to meet their longing gaze, but I feel their icy breath whispering on the back of my neck.
Or perhaps it is just the wind.
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