Christmas plea

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Christmas plea
"I was at the shore..." - he cleared his throat....
The sun was going down the water, so bright, so alive... did not seem like it was dying for a night to be revived in the morning. The clear sky reflected the ocean, blue and green, waiting for the snow to fall, not from it this time - but to it. To fall upwards and become a million stars... colorful memories got him lost in a split second...Yes, he remembered that snow...
"The snow was pure... much more pure than my thoughts at that moment" - middle-aged hunter fell silent for a while and took a long drink from his mug. The tavern was lively. All the talk, laughter and celebrations blended into the dense air, which reeked of beer and cheap tobacco. But here, at the old, worn out table, only one memory existed in front of his eyes, only one reflection,which he saw in the mug, without even recognizing it.His intrigued fellow hunters were waiting for an answer as they asked why  he has returned from the hunt empty handed. But he was
Art and story concept by me
Creative writing by (Thank you so much for the help!)
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