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A drop of blood dripped down from the rugged rocks above and landed on Alton Sawyer’s left palm. It didn’t startle him one bit. He didn’t feel it.
-The Cold- The other day, sheer cold hit the air, stung the stiff branches, then sent out a prayer.
It's strange the wildly differing array of those who live that find themselves falling deeper and deeper into the epitome of destruction.
And I lay here. And I look upon the bay before me. I see all that my life has longed for before me. The reflection tells me how long it has waited for me. I stare deeper and see shiny orange.
The other day, sheer cold hit the air, stung the stiff branches, then sent out a prayer. It said "I know about living, and all the troubles abound, but just step outside, not a soul is around.
The other day, sheer cold hit the air, stung the stiff branches, then sent out a prayer. It said "I know about living, and all the troubles abound, but just step outside, not a soul is around.