one moonless midnight

Snow Stormone moonless midnight mark made tracks across the snow. he walked in a straight line, across the field, into the woods and out the other side. he kept going. he crossed the pond and found a bike. he jumped on the bike and got on the road, pedaling, the wind in his face, the black of the night thick with stars, with twirling snow, with static and silence except for the crunch of the snow under his wheels.

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