The white silence

We got out the smoky pub into the chill quiet night. A gentle, fairy-tale snowfall welcomed us, and the fresh cold air meant a blessing for my lunges. The old town was silent under the faint, modest lights of the Christmas decorations, and we silently walked away, leaving our footprints onto the thin, soft carpet that covered in white the swarthy cobblestones…

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