He had been walking for nearly half an
hour when the snow started. He stopped, turned his face into the
falling snow and smiled. His entire life he enjoyed the falling snow.
It had a sound that was all its own. Will always called it silence.
The sound of falling snow was silence.
The fresh snow was also filling in his
tracks that were left in the old snow. Will continued walking, he was
fully enjoying his hike. This was something special for him. With all
the early snow winter still to come, these bodies wouldn't be found
until spring.
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