It was so cold.
The gentle night breeze brought chills to my skin.
It was dark.
Flickering street lamps blotted by darkness.
It was unearthly.
Each step I took, every movement precise.
It was calm.
My breathing slowed, I could feel an unusual weightlessness.
It is ended.
Loneliness…
Winter is setting.
It’s setting upon my soul.
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