He had had a bad day. He retired on his armchair as his tired eyelids closed shivering like the dry leaves on the trees.
It was winter. The season of ice-cold dormancy.
For him, the winters repeated a pattern. He remembered a similar winter three years ago when he and his best friend had a spat. He remembered another winter when he broke off with this girlfriend of his.
Certain things repeat. In this spell of hibernation, he had on occasions more than one experienced breaking of relationships...
.. With the hope of forming new ones.
It was winter. The season of ice-cold dormancy.
For him, the winters repeated a pattern. He remembered a similar winter three years ago when he and his best friend had a spat. He remembered another winter when he broke off with this girlfriend of his.
Certain things repeat. In this spell of hibernation, he had on occasions more than one experienced breaking of relationships...
.. With the hope of forming new ones.
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