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The wind is gentle
but cold. Hidden needles jab exposed skin. Strange… Numb flesh still feels pain. The night is long but beautiful. There’s something about winter nights. The air... is so crisp, so very clean The air is quiet but fluid. Icy cold absorbs all noise. Odd… Even animals dare not disturb the silence. The stars are brilliant but distant. I feel so very small. Then I realize that I am. Strange… I’m not worried. I want to move forward, but can’t. The cold is unforgiving. Heavy eyes drift… And slip closed for one last sleep.
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