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There's a quiet and pensive poet, bundled up outside. Todd was walking around, out near the lake. From his perspective upon his arrival to Milliways, he had gone from winter to late summer. And now it was back to winter again in only a few months. He wasn't obviously upset, more the ache of an old wound at this point. The time for tears was long past, and no longer necessary.
But he still hated the winter. Even being here wasn't helping on that accord. But he needed to face it so he can finally move past it completely. He wrapped his arms around himself as he stared out toward the freezing lake. His actions mirrored that which he took months past, dressed in a similiar coat, though he wasn't merely wearing pajamas underneath this time. Another winter on a different world. A winter of grief and sorrow that seemed to never end.
Not until he came here, and what he thought was gone forever was miraculous returned.
But he still hated the winter now.
Time to change that.
But he still hated the winter. Even being here wasn't helping on that accord. But he needed to face it so he can finally move past it completely. He wrapped his arms around himself as he stared out toward the freezing lake. His actions mirrored that which he took months past, dressed in a similiar coat, though he wasn't merely wearing pajamas underneath this time. Another winter on a different world. A winter of grief and sorrow that seemed to never end.
Not until he came here, and what he thought was gone forever was miraculous returned.
But he still hated the winter now.
Time to change that.