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Submitted to Contest #96
I couldn't move my fingers anymore. The dry, frigid air forced them into stiff, dark icicles. I kinda wish I could still feel the sharp kisses of winter in my hands and face, it meant that they were ok. That I was ok. Now I'm not so sure. The snow clung to my drenched clothing, weighing me down as I walked in search of some kind of sanctuary. A wise man would have stripped and walked naked the second he got out of the river, but I'm no wise man I suppose. A wise man wouldn't have ended up falling a good 40 ft off a bridge in the first pla...
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