Running. Fleeting into the woods.
Ground covered with powdered snow.
Her footprints show where she has been as she creates a new trail with where she is going.
Shes an outcast in this snowglobe of a place.
She's dressed in all black.
The moisture seeps in to her clothes.
Cheeks rosy from the cold.
Cold cold feeling. Fingers sting.
The numbness of it all.
Looking for a way out.
For a Place to be warm.
hope she reaches the light at the end of the tunnel.
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