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... l into a strange silence. Occasionally, one or two people would go out, and they came and left in a hurry, tightly wrapped in cotton jackets.
Only when you see cooking smoke curling up from time to time, can you see a trace of human fireworks in this endless whiteness.
That afternoon, it snowed heavily again in the sky. I carried a bag on my back and headed out of the village. When I walked out of the village that I hadn’t stepped out of for sixteen years, I looked back.
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