Cold on my shoulders, it falls slowly on me, covering everything with crispy layers, sugar coating the surrounding grass. With the exhilarating effect of the first flakes drifting to the ground, I feel cold through the holes of my Crocks. I shiver, my breath looking like something is on fire in my throat. I fall in to the wet cover spreading my arms wide over and over as my legs follow in the same motion. Drowning in white, feeling my thoughts veer, as the freezing blanket pulls my once warm body deeper, lying there for what seems like a millennium as the below freezing temperatures take all the heat from my body, so all that’s left is a corpse laid in an angels half spread wings.
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