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beyondimagining[Will stands by a window on the first floor of Latimir, looking out at the snow covered ground. He has a thoughtful expression on his face.]
There's something wonderful about snow. The way it blankets everything. It almost makes the whole world seem new.
[He laughs suddenly.] At home, we hardly ever had snow before Christmas. Hard to believe that only a year ago I wanted snow for my birthday more than anything.
[The boy trails off in thought again, with a kind of melancholy expression on his face.]
I suppose it shan't feel like a real birthday. Or Christmas. Not without everyone.
[He is quiet again for a moment. Then begins to sing softly in a high, clear voice. After a minute or so the feed cuts off.]
There's something wonderful about snow. The way it blankets everything. It almost makes the whole world seem new.
[He laughs suddenly.] At home, we hardly ever had snow before Christmas. Hard to believe that only a year ago I wanted snow for my birthday more than anything.
[The boy trails off in thought again, with a kind of melancholy expression on his face.]
I suppose it shan't feel like a real birthday. Or Christmas. Not without everyone.
[He is quiet again for a moment. Then begins to sing softly in a high, clear voice. After a minute or so the feed cuts off.]
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