He stood, unattended in the overgrown, weed infested flower bed of the vacant house across the street. How this garden gnome came to the high desert, no one knows. Nor is it known why he was left abandoned. After this early morning’s snowfall, I found him standing at my doorstep, too frozen to ask to come in.

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