~ l'endroit où il s'est retrouvé~

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The church bells tolled eleven as I stood on a snowy street, the pavement nearly covered with a fine layer of fresh snow. My footsteps landed me at my destination – a simple, ordinary-looking street lined with humble apartment buildings and a lone streetlight at the end, its warm glow emanating outward and highlighting the snow as it continued to fall.

This was the place.

I slowly continued walking down the street, searching for a sign – a whisper, a shadow...anything that would confirm my speculations.

I reached the middle of the street and stopped, as from within one of the dwellings I heard the clear tone of the laughter of a child. I quietly looked both ways, then silently crept up the steps and peered through the front window. Inside were two rosy-cheeked, smiling children playing on the steps leading up to the second floor.

An intrinsic part of my being wanted to cry out, to tell them to be careful playing around the stairs like that! Instead I paused, remembered my place, and took one final look. The joy in their eyes, the remarkable possibilities ahead...

All was well.

I had seen what I needed to see.

I turned, crept back down the steps, and stood in the starlight, unable to keep the smile from creeping across my cheeks.

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