He was walking home, on a routine walk home, nothing special...but then he heard a little voice.  A small voice.  A little one, standing in the snow.  She was small, in a little blue dress.  She didn't look cold, only scared.  He asked her where she was from.  She looked at him, wide-eyed and tearful, and said "I am from the Winter."  He thought again and asked who her parents were, and she replied in a sad little voice "the snow and the clouds."  She looked him in the eye again and said "the winter is ending and I have nowhere to go!" an started to quake with fear.  He knelt down, pulled her into a reasuring embrace, and said "you can come with me if you want." From inside the folds of his jacket, she nodded.  And they walked the rest of the way home together, the newly found big brother and little sister.Love is found in the strangest of places, in the most different people.  Love is not supposed to be reserved for those we know, those of our immediate family, or chosen mate.  Love should be shown to everyone, even the most remote strangers.

The lonely snow...

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