A spiteful wind catches sight of me rounding the bend, rushes down through the snow-covered hills and slaps my face with icy violence, doing its best to discourage progress, pushing backward with what force it can muster and shrieking obscenities
in my ears, till my cheeks are pink with shock and the tears come to my eyes, but I have to stay strong and keep going, because I am still a mile and a half from home.
Your language really speaks to the soul...its kind of healing to read today, :). stay strong girl.
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