He put Ferdinand in his pocket and, still not having eaten anything, made his way down to the inn on the edge of the hamlet, an hour or so from his hut, and there introduced him – holding out his still unwashed, bloodied hand – to Yanosh. 

The Snowflake Collector is one of several stories, connected story fragments and vignettes that are now beginning to form EDEN – a concept narrative in the here & now about the where, the wherefore and forever.

EDEN sets out from the simple, oft-posed, question: what do you say or do if, halfway through your life, you happen to bump into your younger self? It then goes off on wildly tangential meanders of observation and ponderages on meaning before reaching any sort of conclusion. (Though it does reach some sort of conclusion…)

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The Snowflake Collector – 6: A Snowflake Not Unlike Him

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