Whiteout

With the snow and the mist, it was hard to tell which way was up. I stood on my head and wheeled my feet in the air, and I seemed to be making progress, but then my ears went numb. So I lay on my back for a while, and things felt soft and easy. When the sun set, the fog went with it, and I could find my way by the stars.

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Jamie Larson
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