The cold snow on the mountain.
The slow falling of the light snowflakes.
the crunch of snow under my boots.
just a bit farther to the top.
the cold howl of the wind.
the fidged air.
prefect place to sit down and rest.
watcdh the world fomr this mountain top,
About Me
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- twich....not much said, iam like the wind you know its there you can feal it but you can never see it.
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I always wondered what it would be like to freeze to death at a beautiful place like that...would you really notice you were dying?...or would it just be like some beautiful forbidden sleep?
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