The crunch and groans of cold blanketed snow under my feet goes unheard
as I focus on nothing and everything.
Rustling of wind, the sight of ghostly air as shallow breaths are taken.
Shadows of contorted faces as I begin my ascent into the sky;
arms weak, legs shaky and unbalanced.
I can see my destination and the only way is forward,
there's no other way but down as I floated above my friends
unseen as they all huddle together like cattle waiting to be slaughtered.
Just a spec in my eyes as I continued on.
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