Nothing was perfect.
Tree branches spread across the sky in broken patterns. Snow turned to mush in the tide of tires and the beat of footsteps. Some prayers seemed unanswered. A murder of crows sailed beneath clouds that darkened and whitened and darkened again. Maybe everything was perfect after all.
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