Snow crunched beneath my feet as I walked towards the church. A string of icicles hung from the lych gate.
A world in white, silent, the snow lay untouched by others. I looked back at my footprints. Melting pools of snow lay behind me.
Unlit houses dark against the white, no sign of life. I felt alone, abandoned in a strange place. I have no memory of passing this way before.
The church door stood ajar, inside I felt warmer, welcomed. The early morning light threw a kaleidoscope of colour across the pews. The tiled floor danced, shimmered with light. With the door being open, I didn't think anyone would mind if I wandered around.
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