The red humanoid shapes starkly stood out against winter's last snow, bleakly reminding us of how bitter it had been. It was all they left when they accepted a family's sacrifice - a red outline that sunk deep into the earth below the snow and fed the ground that would in turn feed us enough to last trough the next winter.
I suppose in a way losing a loved one every other year is better than losing dozens every winter to sickness or starvation. The sacrifices keep us in good health and if we say this enough times then maybe it'll start to feel less hollow.
Until then we plan who'll be left out the following year and make sure what little time they have left is worth it.
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