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Cold World 3

I Try and stand again. I make it to my feet. Wobbly and unsure, my head swims. Every second I take to try and gain some sort of clarity and strength mean another slippage of the sun into the horizon. I take my first step towards the trail. A second, at the third I slip and fall. I look around and notice a large rock that my frozen bare feet hadn’t felt. I struggle up and follow the trail in the quickly diminishing light. I use the trees to hold me up while I follow the trail.
I see light. Not the sun, thats behind me. I see light ahead of me. I stagger in that direction, and fall again. I lay there. I hear a door shut. I try to focus on what the light could be coming from. A car? A house? I hear steps coming towards me. I am afraid and feel a hot torrent of liquid seeping beneth me. It felt good.

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