How only the smallest connection to the deceased can cause such sadness. Not even part of the family nor the circle of friends, but a member of the circle's family. I didn't even know him personally, nor do I know his name. The same could have most likely been said for him. The overwhelming emotion that hit was unexpected.
I've noticed that the colors of the earth become more diluted with each passing hour, but the snow is more pure than ever.
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