The Wind Burns

February 14, 2008
The wind burns as it hits my face. It;s gotten warmer since this moring. I've been out since 5:00 am. I've only seen one thing, shot and missed. The suns coming up now, it's time to move. The leaves russel under my feet as I take my steps, trying not to make a noise. I hear something! There it goes again! I grab my gun slowly trying to be as quiet as possible. I cock the gun getting ready to shoot. 1...2...3...BAM!

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