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A frigid night-- the frosty air. I shiver in the wake.. My fragile, numb fingers attempt to touch my face. I'm frozen.... The crisp, biting wind gusts violently toward me.. I exhale a visible breath and trudge onward over the frozen lake.
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Nov 20, 2014
Nov 20, 2014 at 10:00 PM UTC
Frozen
A frigid night-- the frosty air. I shiver in the wake.. My fragile, numb fingers attempt to touch my face. I'm frozen.... The crisp, biting wind gusts violently toward me.. I exhale a visible breath and trudge onward over the frozen lake.
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Nov 20, 2014
Nov 20, 2014 at 10:00 PM UTC
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