

Ben: I saw the curls of breath that then dissipated the higher they reached, into the air and above the frozen limbs of trees half buried in snow. I watched those curls, how they wrapped around those limbs, and how they, then, seemed to go somewhere else; a place where things like that go. It was rather cold then, but I stood there. I stood there frozen like the limbs, watching those curls.
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