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past, is to not push forward. Everyone is in pain what makes you
so different?  Submitted:Jan 20, 2014    Reads: 115    Comments:
7    Likes: 5      The snow is falling, that's right it is
falling. I look up and shudder ever so slightly. The snow though
will not stop for me, why? Because it is nature, what else could
it be? Nature is selfish.  I look around at the barren village
clutching my bag tightly, my body is shivering. If I don't find
warmth soon I will reach hypothermia. The jacket I help can no
longer keep me warm in this server cold.  I kept walking either
way no direction just north, my shoes crunching under snow, my
feet are numb. I would not be surprised if I could easily pluck
off my frozen toes.  I finally cannot feel my body. The snow
looks at me now like a warm blanket to wrap me up. I fall to my
knees. My body will not make it more in this frozen barren
wasteland. That now cold snow, became warm an inviting. It was a
white blan