The heavy snow takes away human beings' sense of time. When blackness engulfs the sky, numb Joe discovers a ray of light on the top of the mountain. The orange light does not sound like the call of hometown at this moment, but more like a dancing will-o'-the-wisp. Sometimes it comes on and sometimes it goes out.
PS: A new author originally planned to write a cross-country skiing fanfic about Hemingway, but it basically has nothing to do with the original work, so you can eat it with confidence. Thanks for the support
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