In our silence, we were asking those questions friends who trust each other ask out of great fatigue, each one hoping the other knows more and when this isn’t so, hoping their shared impressions will amount to insight. Is there any benefit in forcing upon oneself the realization that one must die? Is it possible to miss the opportunity of one’s life? Questions like that. The snow heavy. The black night transformed into busy white air. Something we hadn’t seen...

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