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Walking, walking...

trudging through



the deep




snow
Watching out in the distance as I

Trudge...


Trudge...



Trudge....
I can see a light
I try to run but my feet keep going

Deeper...


Deeper...



Deeper.... into the unforgiving snow
My cold hand finally brushes the doorknob

It opens slowly..


warmth on my skin..



and light in my eyes
The smell of pumpkin pies awaits me, when the table is all set for Christmas dinner.





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