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Another good question was asked by his sister.

Antigone looked up at Tamar with worry forming a crease in his brow. She had said that life was a circle, that the green would return to them again. The world looked nicer with the snow. Its only downside was the frigidity that hung on the air. The cold bit at him, making it hard to have patience for the change in weather.

The young boy’s eyes drifted to the overcast skies, and he wondered too. Would they stay that way forever?