White End (again)


Melted snow, a police car.

A man in a coat.

A view outside from a nice clean office.

A world not set for winter, snow without coldness.

A man with a job feels like a mouse in a box.

Though the window is big, it’s not big enough to see the whole world.

Behind those mountains there are always more mountains.

Naked trees, a village lost.

Its the white end again, like six months ago in Thailand.

A year ago there was nothing, now there are snowflakes on the window.

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