It is so damn cold I can feel my descendants shivering, my brain is on melt mode, my mind bears striking similarity to that Styrofoam tray of ground beef at the back of the freezer, my thought leak from my nostrils in a dribbling river of Elmer's glue, my ears ring in time with a nonexistent church bell foretelling the ominous mortality of my existence. The water freezes as it falls and becomes snow. If I stop for even a moment my soul may freeze with it.
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