Zipped up, holed in, and sunk beneath, he marched forward,
beating a path over a crumbling and worn road. With the right clothes, anything
was possible. From this vantage point the world was a tunnel, and he just
needed to get to the other side, to that circle of light, ball of warmth.
Reaching forward he grabbed ahold of hope and a flame and breathed in the
swirling, dancing mountain air.
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