The lost, nearly dead adventurer
I love the snow.
When I was little, I would play a morbid game were I would pretend that I was a traveler on an expedition in Antarctica or Alaska…. Or whatever.
I would go into the backyard and trudge through the pristine, dense, knee high snow. My steps were exaggerated as I faked an epic struggle. I would grunt and breath deeply and pretend that I could no longer go on.
All my supplies where gone and rest of my troupe… Dead. I had failed. It had been days since I’d had my last meal. Read the rest of this entry »
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