By the Forest's edge

The boy walked slowing across the frozen field each step was accompanied by a crunch as he stepped on the frozen ground. All food had Ben harvested the previous fall, the boy remembered those days. It was winter but there had been very little snow, instead their had been nothing but a freezing cold that seemed chilled even the warmest fires. The sky seemed perpetually gray as if some great faraway conflagration had blotted out the sun. The boy stopped for a moment and opened his makeshift cloth bag. Inside he saw the specks of life he harvest, his mother would be happy, he thought surely she would forgive his momentary disappearance their house. "Follow me" said the girl taking his hand. They ran through the wheat-fields just barley tall enough to see above the heads of wheat. He saw in the distance

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