#34

Adam mejia
I hear the crunch of the snow. It’s very bright because of it, all I am seeing is white. I smell wood with a bit of water on them because of the two by fours that is laying in the snow left from when I last help my pop’s. I can’t taste anything, I think my taste buds are frozen. I can feel the harsh snow with the wind hitting my face as a step against the wind.

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