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Nov 2015
I awoke
It was freezing, my skin burned.
The wind blew, drying my eyes with each blink.
I was covered, something blinding me, as I shivered.
I was only just arriving.
but it felt like the end.
-Sarah Schieman
Sarah Schieman
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