Three pairs of gloved hands shape the same snowball, fingers brushing, breath misting between them. The coal eyes watch,...

Three pairs of gloved hands shape the same snowball, fingers brushing, breath misting between them. The coal eyes watch, unblinking, as the carrot nose waits just out of reach. Winter’s quiet hums with something warmer. #brotherhood

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