The Sleeping Village

Night time.

 

The moon appears, faint in the distance.

 

Darkness has settled,

 

Heavy like a blanket.

 

It is cold outside, a sliver of winter.

 

Warm inside.

 

Heat comes from a sturdy stove;

 

A fragrance of home,

 

A reassuring lull,

 

The promise of morning.

 

The village sleeps.

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