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The rabbit shot off like a dart; it’s ears bobbed above the snow before I lost sight of it.
I didn’t hear anything. I supposed it was too quiet.
Joan said that, in the winter, she feels we’re connected. She said that everything becomes subdued and quiet under the snow. That if she just stands there, besides the sound of the wind, she feels like she knows what it’s like for me.