..as the crow flies

Not talking walking just here doing nothing, closed, my eyes turn inward and look out on an inner universe, if this is death then it’s quite a busy place…

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Toughing it out

There is quietness breeding out there, silence multiplies in the cold air, each frosted breath brings death to sound and footsteps gliding over icy ground make no noise. It’s a killer night, make no mistake, loneliness takes no prisoners…

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