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It’s stopped snowing, and the clouds have cleared out of the night sky. The moon reflects off the freshly fallen snow and lights up the night. I bundled up in my coat, gloves, hat, and scarf and followed Ethan out back, and now we’re walking the path to the pole barn that sits on the backside of the property, snow crunching under our boots.

“I keep thinking about your tattoo